Great Expectations

Dear world, I am not perfect - I’m sure I have said that before, but I really want you to take notice this time.  No I mean it, please understand I’m not perfect, and just quietly neither are you.  I am sorry that you feel I fail you or that I disappoint you on occasion, but you have been warned - many, many times…

We can’t keep playing this game.  You know the one where you forget that I am flawed and that I am my own person and then you get disappointed in me because you feel I have failed you in some way?  The game where you set your expectations so high that they are incredibly difficult to reach?  The game where I finally meet one of your expectations and you then add more to the list?  The game where there quite literally are no winners?  Yeah, that game.

So I would really like you to understand that I want out.  I have tried to leave and you keep assessing me, like every breath is an Olympic performance.  It’s like you live for it.  There is no pleasing you, of that I am certain.  So, effective immediately, I decline to participate.  I have performed an in-depth analysis and I have determined that my life, my thoughts, my beliefs and my actions are worthy.   They may not meet your lofty idyllic thresholds, but to be perfectly honest, and I do apologise in advance if I offend, you do don’t meet your own standards.

I will disappoint you at times, and make you angry, and frustrate you and I’m sorry for that, but the reality is that if I try and be what you want me to be, we end up at the same place anyway.  

So, I wish you well and hope beyond hope that we will always part as friends, with smiles on our faces and that I learn to accept you as I wish you would accept me.

We are taught too young to let the expectations of the world weigh us down. National Gallery of Victoria Melbourne Victoria Australia  December 2016

We are taught too young to let the expectations of the world weigh us down.
National Gallery of Victoria
Melbourne Victoria Australia
December 2016