I used to place a lot of value on the ability to adapt.
To the circumstances, shifts, and changes we all inevitable experience as we go through life. I don’t know how much I believe in that idea of adaptation anymore though. Maybe it’s still there, alive in me on some level. But only in a very minimal sense. I believe in survival. It’s important to me that, whether I feel like shit or things haven’t gone smoothly, or when I need or want to do something that’s generally frowned upon, I survive. So much so that I don’t have very much respect for people that lack the ruthless edge that comes with such a mindset.
So yes, the emphasis on being able to survive and adapt is still in there somewhere, behind the eyes I see when I look in the mirror. The difference now is that I mostly see adaptation and adjustment as unnecessary comprimise. It’s something that I can’t help but associate with personal weakness. I adapt when I need to, when I feel I have no other choice, but it shouldn’t go an inch beyond that. The inspiration for putting that into words was a quote I came across on ‘maturity’:
“What we mean by maturity is a change of perspective. Expectations are reduced, and one judges not by what is desired but by what it is possible to obtain.”
It probably doesn’t relate directly to what I’m talking about because it’s so out of context, but it inspired this all the same because in what’s said there (and in more of the excerpt, parts I didn’t feel like including here), the idea of reducing expectations, I was reminded of a quote I shared on twitter a few weeks ago, one that I whole-heartedly believe in:
“Being realistic is the most commonly traveled road to mediocrity.”
The way I look at it, the two ideas oppose each other. It’s a choice. Choose maturity, reduce your expectations and take things as they are. Subjugate your desires for what is possible, obtainable, because that’s more realistic. Or, give reality a big “Fuck You!”, say the same to this stupid idea of ‘maturity’, and surrender yourself to the pain (and the rewards) of your desires and your dreams. Childish? Immature? Maybe. But so what; maybe Peter Pan had the right idea after all. Fantasize and follow your dreams, bring them to life.
If the price of maturity means settling for less, then to hell with it.
Never grow up.