We have become such a nation of idealists. We are hopeless romantics. We are helpless when things don't fit into our imaginary hollywood-induced expectations.
With EVERY blessing, there is always a balance of negativity that comes with it.
We ask for a job. Oh PLEASE, we need a job and we would be ever so grateful! Because we'll work our asses off. Anything is better than nothing when we need money! We'll be SO GOOD at it, we promise! We get this job and after about a month, we realize. We're trapped again. We don't like this. We dream of greener pastures, thinking the next thing will rescue us from this horror.
We have relationships with people - friends, lovers, family - we expect them to always make us happy, and when they don't, we expect them to be sad, too. It doesn't work like that. People are HUMAN and there is nothing at all perfect about those little fuckers.
We dream of being in a band, a play, a whatever... and the reality is quite different than the picture in our heads.
It pains me to watch my friends struggling with the natural flow of things. It's even worse when I realize I'm also flailing about in the winds of change. :-p
Acceptance. This is part of my journey to that idea. Accepting the bad with the good. Weighing the benefits and accepting the price they come with. Everything has one.
