I have been wrong and unrealistic.
All this time, I have been putting expectation on others.
I expect people to be perfect : understanding, caring, forgiving. I overlooked the fact that they might have other things on their minds, their other people to worry about or proud of. When they showed their real reactions, I felt like running away. When they were not like in my imagination, I failed them.
I did not know it was really difficult for them to deal with a person with complexities like me. I did not realize I was the one not being realistic.
I have been expecting my spouse to know all the nuts and bolts about me. Lately I found this idea is really absurd. Why should I feel so sad being misunderstood or misjudged? Why should I feel loved less or unappreciated when he did not have a clue what sort of things that can cloud my head? He just has known me for few years . He did not have any background for what I might have felt or thought.
I have been imagining people living in my ideal world. I just learned that there are three different dimensions : what they are like in my ideal imaginary world, what they really are, and what I see them.
In that case, would anything mean a thing anymore?
Would what I feel about anything or anyone matter anymore?
Would what anyone think of me matter anymore to me?
The beauty of reality is to find out what is happening is not what you have been expecting, but it does matter how you manage your own expectation : how you expect the unexpected.
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" Even a broken clock is right twice a day".
All this time, I have been putting expectation on others.
I expect people to be perfect : understanding, caring, forgiving. I overlooked the fact that they might have other things on their minds, their other people to worry about or proud of. When they showed their real reactions, I felt like running away. When they were not like in my imagination, I failed them.
I did not know it was really difficult for them to deal with a person with complexities like me. I did not realize I was the one not being realistic.
I have been expecting my spouse to know all the nuts and bolts about me. Lately I found this idea is really absurd. Why should I feel so sad being misunderstood or misjudged? Why should I feel loved less or unappreciated when he did not have a clue what sort of things that can cloud my head? He just has known me for few years . He did not have any background for what I might have felt or thought.
In that case, would anything mean a thing anymore?
Would what I feel about anything or anyone matter anymore?
Would what anyone think of me matter anymore to me?
The beauty of reality is to find out what is happening is not what you have been expecting, but it does matter how you manage your own expectation : how you expect the unexpected.
picture taken from here
" Even a broken clock is right twice a day".
