We all start out full of beans, expecting to reach the stars, hoping to seize the moment, to grasp a mouthful of sky, thinking the world of ourselves and those around us.We tell ourselves the world is our oyster and our optimism and naiveté bless us with boundless energy and unfailing reservoirs of enthusiasm. We look around us all starry-eyed with the proverbial rose-tinted glasses! Somewhere along the way, the zest starts to evaporate, dreams sour and joie de vivre tones down. With time and with a few hard knocks from life’s intricate situations, the idealism diminishes, reality sets in and we start looking at the world more plausibly. The layers start peeling. The drama unfolds. Things start seeming less perfect and so do people including ourselves. We start seeing people and the world for what it really is and not how we wished it was. The journey from idealism to realism isn’t a smooth one. But sooner or later we all need this reality check to be able to free ourselves of zany notions and vague ideas we’ve clung to forever. I make this passage each day of my life the only trepidation that looms in some corner of my mind. Would life and its experiences both piquant and delectable compel me to eventually make the transition from realism to cynicism? I really hope not.. because skepticism and nihilism for me is the very antithesis of life itself.