**All through April I will be posting the A-Z of life of a girl of twenty-something as a part of the A-to-ZChallenge. Do join me in this journey of introspection and lesson.**
“When you love yourself, it is easier to love the world. When you love the world more love comes your way.”
In your early 20’s you come to terms with this word called acceptance.
Acceptance of failure, self-acceptance, accepting the other person as they are and if you have grown matured enough you learn to accept your mistakes as well.
This acceptance is a very strange thing, though. We start it all in a wrong order and often at times when we had no other option. You wouldn’t accept yourself had you not been body-shamed or been hurt emotionally by someone. At least all these are a start of it. From a few bad experiences, I came to terms with acceptance. Then you try to measure success and failure and then you fail again. Life’s exams are the toughest I have realised.
Then we meet people, we may fall in love, make best friends or the person may just be an acquaintance and then over time the people you would have met would be a nobody. But the people we want to keep, fiercely protect, often we just can’t accept them. We want them to fit in our ideology of perfection. But love is all about acceptance. Right? Love makes you do all kind of weird things, so you start accepting the other person as they are or the other person makes a few changes if he is convinced you are right.
The most difficult of all is to accept yourself. To start from it. Most of our time goes in trying to accept the other person or finding faults in them. But, never looking into ourselves. On so many levels, we haven’t accepted ourselves yet.
When I had begun coming to terms with the word called marriage, I decided to first accept myself for who I was, entirely. For a person obsessed with perfection accepting flaws of self and others was a very tough job. Few days into the new world, acceptance seems to be arriving somewhere.
How are your terms with acceptance?