Acceptance:
When my attention is focused on a future I have imagined that will make me happy; I tend to blur my present experience in haste to arrive at a future in almost all cases (based on my past experience) quite different than imagined.
In cultivating a curiosity and love for the vividness of each present moment and experience; I also arrive at a future reality quite different than one I could imagine.
Believing that I will be OK with this future reality is acceptance.
This acceptance is the fruit of my experiences.
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