On Expectation

Some people say I have no expectations, nor any form of standard. Yet, some have said my expectations were far-fetched and too demanding.

But I must say, this is definitely one of those 2 folded origami dilemnas.

On one end of the spectrum, the mind relaxes itself and loses it's demanding benchmark. Simply not caring to do what you might normally do. Yet, on another end, on the other spectrum, you are constantly measuring your actions and thoughts against an intangible ruler of satisfaction.

Did I do a good job? Is this acceptable to me, my own code, or acceptable by other's?

Jeez...

It is tiring, perhaps this is why we dip our toes in and out of the range. Still, in the inside, I feel I have expectations in anything and everything, just like people around me. Just like the expectations my family has of me, my managers, my doggie, my fishies, I too have a benchmark, a set of expectations I'm expecting. They can be high, they can be low, but they are still my own set of expectations I carry in life.

Some people don't understand; some people just don't care. I guess the latter makes them feel more at ease. It makes them feel unobligated and free. You can't blame them though. But the harsh reality is that expectations are everywhere, and it's the benchmark and guage that has propelled society, human beings, and everything else.