The Still Wind of Expectation

I've heard countless times how it always suits the heart the best to expect less and never be disappointed. That it's always more prudent to go about life just making do with whatever winds catch your sail, and rather, be surprised at the positive direction your ship takes.

Expect less of people, expect less fortune, expect more chaos, and more disaster.

And although safe,, I guess I've been on the fence about this notion for the longest of times. Is expecting less getting more? Or is it actually a plate of stale left-overs where a nice meal could've been attained? Could've been hoped for?

I like to think the life you lead has a lot to do with the conception you have of it. That when you expect good, you attract good. That when you expect less, that's exactly what you get. And how can you not? When the worth of your experience isn't high enough to aim for something better. And what's better, if not the next big thing on the list. It's hope, it's wishing, it's rooting for yourself and actually winning.

The concept you have of the person you see when you look in the mirror is almost always the better card in your deck. Play it often, wait your turn, play it well.

How to disregard the sweetness of it all, when warranted? How to disregard the feeling of expecting that long-awaited call, and actually getting it? How to overlook the sensation of asking all the questions, and getting all the answers? How to neglect the notion that more is more? That tomorrow, when you wake up, you would've deemed your day fruitful and you would've accrued all the apples, and oranges, and melons, and berries...? Who the hell cares if a whole batch fell?

Let your hair be ruffled by the sudden burst of hope, and the sudden change in trades.

Lest we make it farther than our destination.