There is something about life and about myself that I still did not get used to. That is called “expectations”.
Although I have learnt long ago that expectations are a synonymous for disappointment, I still get sidetracked at times.
On one side I know I am a woman with a positive attitude, able to judge conscientiously. On the other though, I am a dreamer. And here is the starting point of my expectations.
The good thing is that I do not have much time for this “dreaming - positive thinking”.. It happens only when I can find some time to relax and detach from my fully booked days.
Few days ago, on a Sunday night, while walking back home, I found some time for myself. “I am a lucky woman,” I thought, “I have few complains to make but nothing to worry too much”. I was happy with that conclusion. Few seconds later another “BUT” came up bringing questions, doubts, uncertainties, unfulfilled expectations, wished and thoughts that vanish immediately when compared with reality.
A feeling of void crept into myself.
That feeling kept on lingering for days, like a smell that you are not able to get rid of. It is not you, but it is around you, persistent and somehow underhand.
Although I have learnt long ago that expectations are a synonymous for disappointment, I still get sidetracked at times.
On one side I know I am a woman with a positive attitude, able to judge conscientiously. On the other though, I am a dreamer. And here is the starting point of my expectations.
The good thing is that I do not have much time for this “dreaming - positive thinking”.. It happens only when I can find some time to relax and detach from my fully booked days.
Few days ago, on a Sunday night, while walking back home, I found some time for myself. “I am a lucky woman,” I thought, “I have few complains to make but nothing to worry too much”. I was happy with that conclusion. Few seconds later another “BUT” came up bringing questions, doubts, uncertainties, unfulfilled expectations, wished and thoughts that vanish immediately when compared with reality.
A feeling of void crept into myself.
That feeling kept on lingering for days, like a smell that you are not able to get rid of. It is not you, but it is around you, persistent and somehow underhand.
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