Purple Realm

Warning: the following post was written very late one night. I'm not sure I made my point nearly articulately or eloquently enough. Or even made my point. This is most likely a ponderous ramble... So don't bitch if I'm not making much sense, or if you find the subject to be rather too serious. .

We're all going to die. Accept this. It is an inevitability. People get sick, the sun shines, the rain pours, bad things happen, good things happen, people are different, night will fall, birds will sing, people fall in and out of love... Accept it. The world still turns.

We've all got to accept things in our lives we don't particularly like. Dozens of things each day, big or small - they're happening, and that's that. Nobody said you had to enjoy it. Most people could easily roll off a long list of negative things in their lives they put up with, because they've learned to accept them.

In my opinion, they have not learned to accept these things. Not truly.

An example:
We live in a block of flats located in the city. Some of our neighbours are people I really would like to live without - namely the people situated in the flat above ours. They deal and abuse drugs. They can be very noisy. Their fire alarm goes off at least once daily.
The last two days in a row one of the girls has been really fucking rude to Mik and myself, simply because we were leaving the premises a few seconds before she was to enter - which would cause a stop in her steps if she were to actually let us out the door, seeing as we were the ones to reach it and open it first, except she barges through us before we can get out, swearing under her breath like she owns the place.

I have come to accept these things to a degree, because I live with it. I take no action. I know my annoyance is petty. The fire alarm has become a joke between Mik and I, but I still notice it. I still complain to nobody in particular about something I shouldn't even fluster myself about. If I totally accepted these things, I wouldn't even notice them.

Basically, if you bitch about something, then you haven't entirely accepted it. There are things about everyone that annoy me - but of course we love each other in spite of the little things that niggle. Sometimes one's quirks are annoying to one person and an endearing quality to another. Like the fact that my head always tilts left when I'm concentrating on something with my eyes - some people I know find it an annoying quirk, others seem to think it's adorable.

Complete acceptance. I think it's a myth. If I have it, I wouldn't know - because I wouldn't even be thinking about it if I had truly accepted it. That's my opinion.

Rare is the man accepted by others.
I challenge you to find he who accepts himself in utter entirety.

Either way...
The world still turns.
My world is not black and white, nor is it grey. It's a symphony of colour, bright and blinding at one time, so dark I feel I cannot find the way out another. My world is growth toward maturity, intelligence and acceptance... Laughter, love, anger and tears.

What's yours?