Lockdown Blues - Part 5

In the spirit of acceptance:

I accept that at my age, I will never be as slim as I used to be 20 years ago.

I accept that I will not be visiting the moon or any other planet in our solar system.

I accept that I have a weird dog that I love nonetheless.

I accept that I will not be visiting all the countries in this planet. 

I accept that I am the least favourite child of my parents. 

I accept that there will always be telemarketers who obtain my mobile number in violation of personal data laws and who will blatantly call me, lockdown or otherwise.

I accept that I live in an old house where the electricity trips when there is a lightning storm, sometimes when I’m in the middle of a shower at night.

I accept that Izzy Stradlin will never re-unite with Guns n’ Roses.

I accept that there will always be cockroaches.

I accept that I will never be a rock star, a pilot, a police detective investigating homicides, an officer in the army or an astronaut (my various childhood dreams 🙄).

I accept that I will continue to plan, hope and dream but that nothing is guaranteed.

I accept that I am incapable of being loved for who I am. 

I accept that nothing is for free and I have to work hard to get what I want, be it tangible or otherwise. 

I accept that I will continue to be annoyed, disappointed and heartbroken until the bitter end. 

I accept that I will die alone, probably in pain and penniless, with a million regrets but with the calm acceptance of my fate 🙄.