At times like now I am sure acceptance is just a fancy term for resignation. We bang our heads against unyielding walls, shout ourselves hoarse, or in more fanciful terms keep trying when in reality the child inside all of us is just having a heel thumping temper tantrum screaming for the desired object till finally we run out of steam BUT and this is the crucial bit but we don’t stop wishing. We just stop because we are exhausted and have exhausted all options we could think of , its like an interim period to renew batteries, recharge the system, rethink options so that we can start all over again. I call it resignation, others wax eloquent about acceptance. Whatever it is it is not something I choose to do, but then free will is vastly over-rated. Here is to umpteen days of resisting temptations simply because its out of reach, when o when shall I get even one, a measly singular temptation I want rather then the ones fate persists in forcing down my throat!