Reality Bites

I'm not being negative, but quite literally reality bites.  I mean it bites like a dog bites. Recently reality unexpectedly hits me, and every new level of transition I experience comes with times when the reality of matters just hurts. All things real don't necessarily need to hurt I suppose, but it really is just a matter of perspective. Some people could see the sunset and accept that it is a beautiful reality to enjoy, and another person can think that another day ending is one less day to live. Both are true. I think the majority of people would prefer to happily accept the simpler aspects of reality; the appearance, the feeling, the emotion of reality. I find myself often, however, trying to explore the grittier side of reality; the motives, purposes, and results of reality. Ultimately I believe it is best to take the sweet with the sour, and hopefully by seeing the glory and the tragedy of this reality I can be a content man. Perhaps contented I would even begin to feel the surprising bites of reality turn into subtle nudges and nibbles. I think then I can have the presence of mind to influence my reality, roll with the punches, and even bite back here and there.