Monday, September 04, 2006
A mass grave of quicksand and idealism
I come on here to reclaim some ownership over my blog that I have meaningfully neglected for the past two months. But the one topic that comes to mind is the blasted topic that I have spent the past week attempting to keep from my mind.
Expectations.
What are they? Where do they come from? And why do they plague me so?
In a world where liberation is applauded and freedom is flaunted, why are we still inexplicably bound by expectations - not even those held by ourselves, but those we imagine are held against us by others?
Expectations.
What are they? Where do they come from? And why do they plague me so?
In a world where liberation is applauded and freedom is flaunted, why are we still inexplicably bound by expectations - not even those held by ourselves, but those we imagine are held against us by others?
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"Expectations...those we imagine are held against us by others"
I think about this every day. At times I wonder if I don't think about it enough, others if I think about it too much. Perhaps if I stop thinking about why I imagine expectations are placed on me, I will stop imagining them.
I wish I knew how to not suck at life.
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