Once upon a time I grew hateful of the world, of the people in it constantly letting me down due to expectations that, I myself, had set for them.
I gave up, to put it frankly. I pushed my expectations to the side and genuinely believed that, that in itself, was the way to live life. Expectation free meant hurt free, after all, didn’t it?
Alas, I was naive to think such a thing.
Later in life, I evolved. Smarter, wiser, more able to cope with the pain. It became so very clear to me, in this time, that pain is supposed to be felt.
The universe doesn’t give us such an array of deep emotions for no reason. No, we are meant to feel; every little thing. Even if it hurts us, even if it changes us.
We are destined to feel everything we’re faced with, and we should be grateful for that fact.