Expectations make an energized morning – making wake-up events, prayers, baths, and breakfasts easy and enjoyable.
Expectations about how wonderful a day will become. You just need to breathe all sizes of gratitude and enjoy every minute of it. Even better when you can double the mood by humming your favorite music on the road or at work.
Expectations about meeting a sweetheart, though you have no idea of what to do, but a glimpse of any mere thoughts about it or the person alone has made the air feel fresher.
Expectations make every movement, every action, every decision and every event something worth waiting for and appreciated. Maybe because the whole part of your body works together with your heart and mind so they become willingly thrilled and anticipated. You always know something good is approaching.
Nothing should be uneasy if your pace is overwhelmed by expectations. There is no loneliness or anxiety. No silly intentions like wanting to cry or to die how alone you are.
At some points expectations went away, leaving questions, sometimes mixed with tears or even leave you motionless. At unexpected moments they usually left. Just like electricity that keeps shutting off – all of a sudden you lose all the bright lights you’re comfortable living your life with, ruining you with darkness and blindness.
I know it’s a perfect time to fall apart and weep your heart out, but my advice is: be brave and be survive. You’ll heal. You’ll hope again. You’ll give new expectations a chance again. Things will usually return at times you least expect it as long as you hold on to the faith. That you, eventually, will stand up someday to be able to say “thank God I’m alive”.