Reality is when your dreams don’t come true as you planned and then you realise you’re just another victim of lovemaking (the original version in my head translates that word as sex) sentenced to a ‘jail’ called Life, sentenced for Life.
So if you can’t make it work, get used to it, and if you can’t get used to it, make it work.
Sometimes the search term changes. Love today, Success tomorrow, School the next, Relevance and Influence at other times, or maybe just some money to spend immediately and wait for the next day.
Still we live.
Life is a kitchen, life is not a restaurant. You don’t owe anyone any explanations for failure, take responsibility. When life gives you lemons, you should learn to make lemonades, no excuses, you never get to say “this is not on the menu” or “that’s not on the menu”.
Even if everything else fails, these ones I know are certain. There’s Love on the menu, there’s Taxes, and there’s Death.
And till the latter is served, life is real. It’s a journey that starts the moment you realise it.