The journey of my evolving self.
I know I used to be a dreamer. I looked at life with incredible forbearance… in my mind, people in my life could not possibly do wrong and I am almost always struck numb whenever they end up hurting or disappointing me. Every unfavorable twist of fate happened for a reason and that reason would almost always tell me it was right to suffer. Although, of course, there is nothing wrong with that, it had the collateral effect, however, of making my take on life rather on the grim side. I’d like to think of myself now as a pragmatist. It’s easier on the people around me if only because it has allowed me to accept them and the things they do on a less than perfect state. It is easier on myself, if only because it allows me to be more appreciative, more forgiving. It is easier on life if only because I’m learning to understand it on its own terms.