Harsh Reality

Reality has come to bite me on the nose. Up on my face, pouring ice water on my head. Facts are pounded on my brain like long nails driven into wood. Wake me up from the dream, a dream draped like veil over reality. Alas, harsh reality has hit me. I shall surely taste victory and reach my ideals, but for now... I cringe under the icy coldness of facts.

My sis said that in order to not be naive, I must act based on facts, not assumptions. Especially not wrong assumptions. She said, "do not assume." And truthfully, I assume.

Facts of Reality, here I come.