Expectation is like a seed, small, full of potential, but also unpredictable. You plant it with hope, water it with effort, and wait with anticipation. Sometimes, it grows into a beautiful reality; other times, it withers under the sun of disappointment.
I’ve learned that expectations can be both a ladder and a trap. When I expect great things of myself, I push harder, dream bigger, and show up even when it’s hard. But when I expect too much from people or circumstances, I often find myself nursing silent wounds.
I remember expecting a friend to understand my silence during a tough time. But they didn’t. I expected a project to go smoothly, but it didn’t. I expected things to fall into place by now, but here I am, still figuring them out.
Yet, I’m learning to balance hope with acceptance. To dream, but not demand. To prepare for the best, but not crumble when life gives the unexpected. Expectation may lead us forward, but peace comes from releasing the need to control the outcome.
So today, I expect progress, not perfection. Growth, not applause. And above all, grace, for myself and for others.
