"Reconciliation with reality," I said when someone asked me why I write. Not that reality is always so harrowing. Not that I don't like wearing long, wool scarves while walking and staring into strangers' faces.
The pleasant things only matter, though, if we realize they may not be as they seem. The painful things are only worth enduring if we acknowledge they may also have their transformation coming. We may all still grow antlers, among other things. Once they do, I tell myself I'll know things. For now, I'm only guessing.