Accept it... no. I've tried. For years I've tried. But the self I see behind my eyes, in my dreams, in every fibre of my being has a... realism I can never hope to attain in a way that would satisfy me. And I can't accept that. Within my soul I can't accept that. As much as I wish I could. It's one of my biggest failings, and a source of much anguish.
Deal with it... yes. Because I have to. Because life goes on. I wish I were a stronger person, to feel more at ease. But sadly I am not. All we can do is be as true to ourselves as we can be. Even when, at times, that doesn't feel like enough. Especially when it doesn't feel like enough.
Maybe one day I will reach a place where I can feel better about it, but in spite of everything, I am not there yet. I envy those who are.