The moments that keeps us high holds the power to take us to the lowest points. Expectations, though supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, holds the potential to make us most vulnerable.
If we have no expectations, we have no reason to regret. But also we have no reason to wait. And there is no power that equals an expectant heart.
It reminds of a very spiritual brother I had. Back in high school. He always said; “if a woman, who is not expectant (pregnant), enters a maternity, she will come out empty handed. Without a baby.” And the opposite is true.
Today I am concerned that we fall because we made a decision to rise. We face the consequences of sliding back on account of the first step that we took towards progress. The best, and perhaps the easiest of the ways to avoid the downtrodden feelings and moments is to keep away from dreams.
We often are inclined to think like this when the worst is happening. And if we were to make choices based on the urge to feel great all the time, then we need to, by all means, avoid anything that inclines our hearts to wait, with expectations.
The same should be said about both negative and positive times. If we are to look forward for brighter days, we need to curve a way of dealing with the dark nights before the dawn of a new day.
Let it be known that the choice to not only wait, but also to do good comes with the darkest of its time. It seems therefore that our hearts need to be shaped to deal with such a time. For the simplest reason that waiting is good, and it does come with good tidings. We need to remind ourselves that when we choose to sow, we have chosen tears. But we have also chosen to experience the immeasurable joy that we would only see when its time is ripe.
Our hearts must learn to sing to ourselves. Something like “Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within yourself? hope thou in God: for thou shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.”