Painted Expectations

I’ve made a habit of being disappointed.

I heighten my expectations and get let down when they aren’t met.

It’s a bad habit.

It’s a habit that a lot of people have.

Why?

We know the outcome every time.

We know our painted expectations of everything won’t turn out to be so pretty in the end.

Yet we still take the time to craft the images that will never be.

And my expectations?

They seem impossible.

Maybe they aren’t expectations as much as they are dreams.

Fantasies.

A part of me knows they will most likely never become reality.

Yet another part of me is constantly hoping it all comes true.

That one day the life and future I’ve created in my mind will magically be thought into existence.

So that’s my life.

A constant cycle of expecting, and being let down.

I’m used to it.

I try not to let the weight of reality hurt too much.