I've always, always had a very positive outlook on life. I think the first time I started becoming acutely aware of it was when I was 11 or 12 - just this unquestionable certainty that life was full of promises in the future, that great things lay ahead for me. Obviously reading Rand for the first time was like walking into a mirror, and only solidified everything.
So I'm extremely optimistic -- but almost excessively so. I think I can do absolutely friggin everything, and so I'm really, utterly SHOCKED whenever I fail at something or fall below my own expectations - get a B or a C on a test or don't place in a competition when I'd worked so hard at it and PLANNED on winning or when a person doesn't turn out the way I thought they were or what-have-you. It stuns me every time because I never even CONSIDERED the prospect of failure, and, wham, there it is, staring me in the face and contradicting everything I'd believed in before of myself. So that makes me question the certainty I had of myself beforehand.
Which makes me question the certainty I have now of life in general - that I'm going to have the opportunity to excel in my career, that I'm going to meet that perfect someone - that very specific someone - and fall in love and be happy forever and have lots of friends and live in a beautiful house with high ceilings and lots of windows and light and music and books, much of the last two my own. A part of me wonders if this is a sort of faith. Which is horrifying.
So, after all of this, my question is, simply, to the adults: so how is it, really? How is life after several years in the "real world?" Is it everything you thought it would be? Does it live up to your expectations?
Or should I just give up now and check out early because the disappointment will be too much to take? (Nothing morbid about that!)

