Every time it happens, I tell myself it is because I had expected too much. If only I hadn't, I wouldn't be let down when things aren't as I thought they ought. Perhaps I never learn, for I really do, so very frequently. As always - what I thought were, never are; what I thought should be, never materialises; what I felt might be, never is; Perhaps I am a poor judge of people and matters, or perhaps I do expect too much too often. Indeed.
Must I then, live without expectations?
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