I've always secretly told myself not to expect too much from so-and-so, and without too much expectation, there will be no deeper disappointment. Of course, I just think that I am good at making people's expectations turn into disappointments. I was the one who hurt the most, I was the one who tasted disappointment and despair, and I was the one who put expectations on the second, and they just passed me by, or even laughed at it.

To be precise, I don't like the coercive anticipation that fills my whole body, makes my blood flow backwards, and then I feel like I'm breathing so hard that I'm almost suffocating.

Just go with it .

Half expectation, or even zero expectation, is not a sad thing.

Sometimes what you believe in with a very good heart, if there is a result, if you have done it, it will have no result. Among them, the expectations given are your and me's business, and when you make any expectations, it has nothing to do with anyone else.

The mimosa seeds stored in the glass jar and the seeds I pulled out of the stomach of the bitter gourd and dried them were planted in the yogurt one day in a milky white bottle that was close to transparent. I deliberately just filled in half of the soil, or the yellowish one, but there was no fertile soil around, so I could only grieve them.

No one told me that the seeds would sprout, they just smiled at me and even said in tongues that I had nothing to do when I was full. I put the words in my left ear, and my right ear threw those words out in seconds, I just wanted to know what I wanted to know. Other people's remarks have nothing to do with me, and they have nothing to do with my seeds.

A week later, I myself was stunned, a bitter gourd seed, not only had it sprouted, but the bud head had risen six or seven centimeters high from the mouth of the bottle.

I didn't have much expectation, but I was silently thinking about how it would poke its head out of it. Or is it just moldy in the soil and becomes part of it? There is no boundary between reality and ideas, there is only our state of mind.

The few happy things that happen unexpectedly happen are often when I don't have expectations, so I don't dare to fill myself with expectations, and I'm already afraid of a complete sense of disappointment.

You can imagine how happy I must have been when I saw the bitter gourd grow.