Once upon a time, there was a man. He lived his life with a mixed bag of experiences. He could finally find the elements that would work for his conscience. Others, simultaneously, could see the elements, interpreting his life in their own terms. Life had its own parameters to judge his life in its own, routine way.
The mixed bag that he had was driven by a sense of contentment that he could finally reconcile with or absorb what was coming his way – but not at the cost of his self-respect. He had seen more of them making him feel low, but with passing time, he had stopped expecting, and it prepared him to take on every challenge in life.
When you stop expecting, even from you own ‘self’ – from your self-declared goals – you start learning and mastering the art of handing life, along with all its negative shades – you start learning the craft of keeping you away from ‘you’ of the moment – to make you one with your ‘you’ that you have thought of – when the time comes.
When you stop expecting from people around you, in your personal circles, and in your social circles, you start on a process where the only thing that remains accountable to you – is – how do you feel at the end of the day – that you came back to ‘you’ at the end of it. There are good people around you but there are no detractors, if they do/go otherwise.
When you stop expecting from life, your ‘yesterday’ and ‘tomorrow’ become self-aware and conscious of your ‘today’ – willingly or unwillingly concentrating your life in the moment that you are living on the day – because, you have taken elements that were in your past, assimilating them – and you are not going to ‘let yourself down’ if your tomorrow has something else, also, to offer.
When you stop expecting – you start accommodating – your ‘self’ of the day when it is the time to say ‘good bye’ – and – life and the events in life that were otherwise not acceptable. You start seeing people and their ways from their circumstances and perspectives too. You stop categorizing people in different mental blocks. They are there or there are not there.
Once upon a time, there was a man. At some point during his life, after having a run of negatives, after feeling long days of swollen thoughts, he was back to the ways that he had curated for himself – sans elements of expectations from anything, from anyone, including his own ‘self’. The spirit of ‘liberation’ that he felt every time he did so became leitmotif for him finally.
©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/