You must let it go.

Everything is exactly how it is. Not how you want it. Not how you pictured it. How it is.

You’ve got two real options: accept it as it stands, or work to change it. That’s it.

What you can’t do is jab at it, circle it, bicker with it, complain about it like that will bend it. Reality doesn’t care about your commentary.

It’s right there. Solid. Unmoved. Exactly what it is. And there’s not a fucking thing you can do about that part.

But—if you accept it, if you stop wrestling the unchangeable—then suddenly it’s fine. More than fine. You’re free.

That’s the whole trick. Let it go.