While on the one hand you are striving towards it, and on the other there is only faith and a vain belief.
What exactly happens?
Does that belief turn into the expectations that we are taught not to have?
Or the hope itself is a reflection on the said expectations which we are not suppose to have?
Or, is there a fine line between hope and expectations which I am blinded not to see?
Or they are just two words trying to play with my mind?
This is what I came upon social media today. Guess, being socially active is not after all, all bad?
A much needed respite from daily humdrum, from routine monotony, from everyday expectations.
Try it, it does look, sound and feel peaceful!
I have learned one thing over time, I might be wrong, or it may depend on individuality but it has often been true for me.
People tend to not like sad stories, by stories I don’t mean plot or novels, I just mean situations. They tend to almost hate it when we talk about sad and depressing situations going on in our lives, but in return they still expect to get an ear or two when they themselves are in such gloomy circumstances.
How justifiable is this?
These days we have various relationships, you have someone specifically for going shopping, someone special with whom you go buying books, someone with whom you go on dinners, and someone with whom you can talk on and on…
I don’t know much about emailing friends and writing letters having done it scarcely but all I can say about this is I feel immensely exultant when I have someone whom I can talk to in writing. I cannot say for others but I have some friends with whom I might not have met often, with whom I never shopped, neither went on dinners but when we ‘talk’ it is absolutely different, it is almost like no one else can understand you.
These very few and precious friends of mine obviously do get sometimes frustrated with my callous ignorance but they are always there. We might not even call each other; just texting would suffice where we would pour our hearts out. (It is almost like ‘You’ve got mail!)
You know, texting may sound weird, but when someone truly loves you they don’t just say ‘k’ or ‘cool’ they just ramble on and honestly I love these people who know I won’t be able to express myself unless in writing and who would take out their time and literally ‘type’ out long messages for you. It is like they care for you and not for the fact that they you don’t have much time to go out with them since you are long apart.
It is totally different from other relationships, without any expectations apart from the fact that they’d listen to you and it is purely precious. Otherwise where do you get such people these days, who’d listen to you and your unending pathetic feelings instead of going out in a club and shutting out your voices beneath the loud music?