Expectations--sometimes color-filling, often heartbreaking. These are the moments when we put our hopes together to build ourselves together. These are the times when we feel in our bones the belief that is starting to run from our fingers to the tip of our spine. Belief in newfound joy, trust in others, hope for change. And unknowingly we create them within ourselves--our expectations.
Though heart-warming, expectations, in some cases, make us vulnerable from intense pain that we might remember forever. Now, life has taught me that there are no "too much" and "a little" in having expectations, because no matter how little you expect, how much you anticipate, the imminent joy and pain that you will experience will always be whole. The pleasure when you hope for something good to happen will always be whole, and the grief after the downfall will not come in parts. The feeling is always absolute, no matter how hard we pretend that it isn't.
Feeling that, always feeling that big truth, we always tell ourselves not to expect--to avoid anticipating things especially from people whom we believe in. But that is just impossible. We were born out of hope, and hope is something innate within us. And with all of this, we better live straight ahead towards tomorrow and not fear how our expectations might affect our connection with other people.
Probably I will bear all the great and terrible feelings from my great and terrible choices and maybe I will write about my experiences if I ever see them in front of me. But this series is about the great and terrible episodes of my grand expectations, how I feel them before they begin and how I grasp them when they are growing. And most especially, this series is about the hope that flickers like fire inside the dark chambers of my heart.
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The Cabret Expectations: Series of Essays, Short Stories, and Poems
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