On Expectations

Expectations aren’t only a burden on the subject of our expectations; expectations burden us, too.

We only impose on others what we’re already doing to ourselves, or what we’re willing to have done to us.

Outside of basic dignity and courtesies, until they’re explicitly addressed, most expectations are some form of entitlement, or prison.

By being willing to box in another person, we also encage ourselves.

Sure, we all have natural limits, but outside of those, we’re infinite.

We can do our utter best to adhere to expectations, but at the end of the day, our best is all that we can do. Sometimes our best will fall short of an expectation. All that we can do is cross that bridge when we come to it.

If we can’t be willing to cross that bridge with another, what even makes us worthy of imposing our expectations on them?

Therein lies the problem with imposed expectations:

in order to make those impositions, we have to play the game of hustling for our worthiness.

The gag is that we already are worthy and our expectation is really just a preference… a preference which people are free to opt out of.

Our own expectation isn’t a statement on someone else’s rightness or wrongness, but a reflection of us.

For better or worse, it just is.