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Expectations

hope

My life so far hasn’t turned out the way I expected it to. There’s a lot I wish was different or better or non-existent. I find myself sometimes wondering when did this happen to me? How exactly did I get here? Sometimes I can’t help but compare myself to others my age or my peers. And as expected I start to wallow in self-pity. Thinking things like,’Why can’t I have what she has?’ ‘If only I grew up where she did!’ on and on and on. Yet as I whine and complain, time still stubbornly keeps going and I am scared I will turn 50 and I’ll still be complaining about how much my life sucks.

I guess it’s true that we shape our own destiny or whatever but sometimes I can’t help but feel angry at how much circumstances play a huge role in what direction our lives take. All the same, it should not be an excuse for us not to hope and to want and expect more of ourselves. I am teaching myself to hope even when I am utterly confused about what direction I should take.We live in a world obsessed with theories about what we should have accomplished within a certain time frame but we must remember to be patient with ourselves. To brace for the unannounced storms that turn our lives and progress upside down. Because as cliche as it sounds, we truly grow from our failures and even much so when we learn to accept them and move on. So even in my angry frustration, I slowly trudge towards a seemingly undefined future. With hope as big as Everest because I owe it to myself to believe that things can get better and they will. I just have to keep on keeping on.

I may not be following society’s recommended schedule in the story that is my life, but it is my story in the end. Maybe someday I’ll look back at this time and I’ll say, ‘I’m so glad I went through that.’

Someday

LEAP

I begun my year with high expectations. That my life would be different going forward. That I would be more responsible for it and make decisions that are good for me. That I would take risks and try out new things because I don’t want to end up old and full of regrets. That going forward I was going to be more proactive in terms of chasing my dreams, even when I’m being called crazy or stupid. That ‘they’ were going to wish they were on my side. Many weeks down the line and I’m just exhausted! Chasing dreams is a good thing I guess but I feel so unprepared for the harsh realities of life. How unforgiving and truly hard it is. How we might start things with the best of intentions yet get utterly disappointed in the end. How even when we are sure we are winning or are going to win, the ones who told you that you were being foolish were actually right. How maybe some decisions we make come from a place of foolish pride rather than wisdom or resolve.

All I’m saying is risks are great. They make you feel and experience things you never imagined. They push you to go places you never thought you’d reach. They make you do things you never thought you could do. But sometimes playing it safe is not a bad idea. Sometimes its okay to lose, to have your tail between your legs and admit that maybe you’re not cut out for some things. It’s okay to take a step back before you leap.

Leap