"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, November 20, 2010

Expectations and "Poetic Memories"



Maybe the expectations people have are a form of judgment…?

We place or impose our projections or pre-suppositions on others and in doing so we judge either overtly or latently by expecting something whether it is even ever known or spoken. In this way we, without doubt are invariably disappointed because no one can ever live up to our projections and it is also selfish and hurtful because the one who is being projected upon cannot, nor does not know all of the expectations that are being heaped on them. Thinking about myself and my life, I believe that I do this a lot and am becoming more aware of it.

When living by the expectations we place on others or that others have placed on us we become trapped in the past by failed or unrealized expectations or in the future by expected expectations that are usually very rarely expressed.

These expectations are constructed in our mind to create someone else in our image. All this precludes letting someone be who they are and loving them for who they are. Not only does it constrain someone from being themselves, it also steals the “now” from them; the real, concrete moments of our existence that make life beautiful. When we refuse to be in the present moments of time which are all that are really real we allow the poignancy and profoundness of each mystical moment to slip away.

We abandon or ruin something by not attending to the “now” and the possibilities of what are “poetic memories” which are what “records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful” – to be created and then later cherished. It is these “poetic memories” that are authentic and that imprint so powerfully on our hearts as they embellish and confirm the relevance and significance of our individual stories and shared life stories as human beings.

Our relationships manifest our need for love and meaning and our very real desire or craving for each other and honest human touch. Touch not only of skin on skin, but mind on mind and heart on heart…being on being.
So…can we live a life without expectations? Be with each other without expectations? Be who we are and accept each other as simply who we are? I have to think and believe that this is possible and desirable but yet may not be the easiest thing.Yet, if attempted or risked, it is what will make for real life and real friendship?



To live a life in the present moments of each day is to live without expectations or judgments. It is how life is made beautiful and authentic friendship is possible and "poetic memories" created.

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