Growing up is hard

There are three bits of wisdom that I've worked all my life to realise. Do you want to know what they are?

1. Life is random. While this is awe-inspiring and wonderful, this occasionally means that it isn't fair.

2. Actions have consequences.

3. It's not always about me. Not even most of the time.

I always have to fight against my inner two-year old. I want to stamp my feet and say that "It's not fair!"

I'd also like an army of people rushing after me to clear up my mistakes, but that aint going to happen. What does happen is that I learn.

Slowly and painfully. I don't want to. I want to be rescued. I want the prince/ss to swoop in on a white horse and take me away so that I never have to deal. I never have to clean up after myself and face the consequences of my failure.

And then I thought--"but what if I didn't?" What if I just dropped things that I'd broken, went further into debt, abandoned relationships where I'd hurt people and moved through the world like a bulldozer, leaving wreckage in my wake?

Then I realised--To hurt is human. So is to be hurt. Eventually, even in this world of limitless resources, if I stopped at the first sign of wear I'd run out of shiny new things and people to play with.

I believe that cracks can accentuate the beauty. That we're not born unique, but we become so through experience. That nothing and no one is entirely disposable.

I still want my prince or princess on a white horse. But that's mostly because white (sorry--grey!) horses are awesome.