Life’s beautiful, no doubt. It doesn’t take a brilliant mind to get to the excellence life beholds but it reveals to those who seek it. You can simply feel it when laying lazily on the bed after a heavy meal; or, let’s say on the weekends when you can extend your bedtime. Doesn’t take much to be grateful for what you have in life but if your expectation exceeds your capacity, everything seems to be a scam.
Even the life itself.
But why all of a sudden I felt that way?
Long story short; after a long pause I had to cook today. Some delicious fish that I’m not too familiar with— looked fluffy and tender until I fired them. Suddenly the fluffiness is gone, all hardened and shrank like a vacuum bag without air in it. Disappointed with the outcome, I felt like the initial appearance scammed me. Thought about enjoying the meal with the tenderness it had before but eventually, it wasn’t. Not that I am a good cook and possibly it’s my skill that resulted in this, still, a scam is a scam. Enjoyed the meal though.
Oftentimes, it’s our expectation that makes high demand out of anything. It could be any physical possession or even something abstract without visual existence. Our greed gallops us like the black hole sucks everything in its path, even the light. When we reach to that point, and poison the last of the hope with our desire for more, we get lost in ourselves. We lose the happy moments, get derailed, and fall into a loop of continual breakdown; often psychologically. It’s us who sow the seed of ultimate demise just because we couldn’t set boundaries to our bottomless jar of expectations.
But why do we make ourselves the prey of such a monster when we know where this might lead us?
A race, maybe? A race against us, our limits? To challenge ourselves? To strive for more?
Or, all of them?
Depends on the individual. But the end goal is the same. To prove ourselves. To set ourselves as an example to our near ones, to satiate the inner demon. If that’s the case, then for how long? To some, it’s an eternal war while to some, until there’s someone to convince it’s time to slow down. Lucky are those who have those lovely souls around; supporting when needed, shedding light on the most important thing in life— settlement!
There’s nothing better than settling the race of life; being responsible for loved ones, and most importantly, for oneself. Otherwise, the race will take us nowhere. And one day when we stop, as we all have to, there’ll be nothing to be content with.
Maybe we will achieve many things, but when calculating the accomplishment, the list might be left blank as no soul to celebrate it with, and our possession become meaningless. And when we will have the leisure to look back and wonder about our feelings, there’ll be none. We have fallen trapped to our expectations and forgot to feel the little or whatever we had— that feeling will vanish as soon as we close our eyes; lives too. Life will scam us to a state of complete emptiness, a fear of losing everything but it will be too late then. So, stop the race and chill.
