Compromise

I think the most frightening thing in the world might be waking up one day and finding out that everything you've ever wanted is never going to come to you for whatever reason. That all your dreams and hopes and aspirations are going to crumble. It doesn't matter how ambitious you were, whether you wanted to conquer the world or just live happily ever after with a suburban house and 2.1 children. If you aren't getting it, it makes no difference - you'll feel just as bad.

Statistically speaking, it's only natural that most people won't get the stuff they want out of life. We make compromises all the time, in everything we do. The people we date, the food we eat, the cars we drive, the things we own. It's so odd, the way we think that little compromises won't add up to big ones. The way we feel as though we're making a bargain with the universe. "You give me a little less now, but remember, I'll be coming to collect later!" There are no brownie points with the universe and there is no later. I wonder how people would react to this in the millisecond or two after death comes visiting. The fact that the universe has shortchanged them so badly.

Wake up, you idiots. The universe isn't some crooked-yet-genial horse trader who you can outwit. It doesn't even HAVE wit. And you have even less if you think you can compromise on things thinking you're going to get a better deal in the future. Nothing is guaranteed and even less is owed. Yes, you can hope for things to happen and sometimes good will come your way, but that's only because you've managed to beat the odds that far.