A big part of adulthood seems to be disappointment.
Expectations that aren't met.
Goals that aren't achieved.
Beliefs that we've held from a young age being shattered through the revelations of time.
Joyful experiences of our childhood that we fail to recreate. Accepting that the past is gone.
Perhaps that's why they say intelligence can be a curse. The more we visualise, the more we imagine, the more we believe is possible, the greater the potential disappointment when we let ourselves down or the world fails to deliver on our expectations. Finding a way to live in the moment is the only way to deal with that disappointment. Goals are good. Hope is good. But if we're not happy right here, right now, then it's all for naught. The little joys in life are necessary to ensure the greater joys of life.