Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the romance quits our vessel and hangs on every other sail in the horizon.
I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.