Coming of Age

In a life where things do not always go the way we want it to be, it seems wise if we can accept our reality.

 The reality of something small as our appearance, to something bigger as what we have so far, what we do not have. The reality of our pride, of our shame, of the good times and of the bad times. It is easy to escape into fantasies where only happiness ( excitement would be a better word for a teenager) exists, where our deepest desires comes true.

Imagination is powerful.
Therefore,
It is dangerous.

Part of becoming an adult and a successful one at that ( I wanted to use happy but it seems even more difficult to achieve) lies in acceptance.

Acceptance of reality. The art of accepting. The politics of accepting. The philosophy. The business. The physics.

Not to brood but to move on. If can, then we can even appreciate all that is good in life. Not necessarily beautiful or exciting but good. To a teenager's imagination, this is the worst possible climax.

Oh this sucks. Why is nothing going the way I want it to be? Now I dont even have the dreams to escape into. Why so much emphasis on reality when it is nothing but an endless and circular trip of compromise, sacrifice, disappointment and dullness.

As the adult and the teenager inside me fights, I rebel, I succumb. I try, I try to be this, be that, not this, not that. YET who can master the game of life? No one knows.