With life, I mean.
At what age did you start to realize like wasn't as beautiful and exciting as you thought it was, and that you would have to suffer excruciating pain and exhausting disappointment after exhausting disappointment and still try to keep your head up?
It doesn't necessarily have to be at one age, because for me, my illusions were chipped away a little at a time, as I'm sure was the same for others. I think it started for me at 7, then much more seriously at 20, then again at 23. I'm hoping I'm hardened enough to cope with anything that happens that is worse than my previous dramas.
I was just realizing tonight how my fantasies about near-perfection don't even exist anymore.
Maybe they do still exist (or are currently happening) for rich, stunning women with near-perfect lives and nothing to lose, but most of us aren't like that.
At what age do you feel you started to realize that life wasn't as beautiful as you once thought, or did you always know it was painful?