There is No Love in Expectations

I don’t want to live up to your expectations. That’s something I’ve maintained for a bit now. I’m slowly coming to the fact that I need to reciprocate that notion to others. You shouldn’t have to live up to my expectations. In turn, I don’t want to have any expectations of you.

The past couple of years, I’ve realized that my attitude towards people really had nothing to do with them, but with the expectation I had of them. I wrote in an earlier post that I was disappointed that some people didn’t take what I was going through with sympathy or empathy. It made my situation worse when I realized that there were people who didn’t care that much about me. I’ve come to realize that it’s not their job. My suffering can’t deepen because of unmet expectations.

I’m going to start a movement of no expectations. If I have expectations, there’s a chance that I will be disappointed, but if something good were to happen, I’d be more than delighted. I feel like expectation is what makes us feel worse when rain comes, but not appreciative if we expect something good to happen. If we think things are always going to go our way, we are setting ourselves up for failure.