Expectations

I’ve just experienced one of the nicest, most fulfilling weekends in sometime.

I wonder why. Was it the sunshine? Was it sleeping in without an alarm? Was it drinking Albarino by the glass. Was it the craft fayre and the purchase of some gorgeous trinkets for gorgeous people?

Yes. But probably, no.

I reckon it has much more to do with the absence of expectation.

I entered this weekend with an open mind. Without a plan. My only desire was to experience. To be. To enjoy. To take it as it came.

And I did. And as a result I’ve just experienced one of the nicest, most fulfilling weekends in sometime.

I think the width of the gap that exists between happiness and not-happiness depends on the level to which we desire an specific outcome; the level to which we expect.

With expectation, we’re most likely going to find disappointment or we’ll be let down. How can anyone, or anything, ever meet expectations, fantasies and hallucinations we hold in our minds?

Without expectation, we experience wonder, joy and smiles.

Without expectation, I’ve just experienced one of the nicest, most fulfilling weekends in sometime.

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