Realistic and optimistic. Three words, twenty-two letters.
Jane Windshield was sitting on the sand observing the sunset, carefully. I watched her from a far. "Jane." I called out. She turned to see me leaning on the frame of the door. "Hey Mom, how are you?" She smiled sweetly at me. "Never better." I said while I sat beside her. She stared at the amazing view and asked, "Do you think there's an explanation to how peaceful we humans feel, while watching a beautiful view like this?" I smiled. She's smart and charming as always. "Well, what do you feel, besides being peaceful?" She smiled at me like she already knew I was going to ask that. "Magical." I smiled widely. "Have you ever felt that?"
"You know those fairy tales you have?" she nodded. "Well, it describes the whole thing about Magic. Most people don't believe in it because usually, in a fairy tale the characters always get a happy ending, except bad guys. When the characters get to the point that they almost have a tragedy, but they would always get through it very easily. In Real life, most people have tragedies and find it very hard to get through it. It never is, but the term magical happens once in your lifetime and lives with you always."
