We’re told constantly nowadays that we shouldn’t get too excited. It’s always don’t get your hopes up or don’t count your chickens.
We’re told these things by well-meaning people who just want to protect us from disappointment – but really, how protected are we if we are already anticipating it?
We experience disappointment before it happens, so we feel we have some power over it.
We think that being pessimistic about things is going to shield us from the hurt and pain of losing false hope. It’s true, when we’re pessimistic we are more even about things.
We’re more consistent, but we’re more lifeless as well. Life just becomes a flat, gray line of trying, and not expecting things to work out.
If they do work out, we’re mildly pleased but we expect it to fall through eventually so we can’t even enjoy that. We just go from thing to thing, replacing appreciation with fear.
Some people want to be negative about things all the time because they think it proves that they’re smarter. They think that their view of reality is more real than mine.
It’s really not.
I’d rather be stupid by their standards. I’d rather give every cell of my body over to life, to trust it – because no matter how much control I think I have over disappointment, it’s an illusion.
I don’t have much control at all. I’d rather embrace that basic uncertainty and call it exciting instead of scary.
I want to believe that great things will happen – and if they do, I want to celebrate them with the fullness of my being without worrying about if and when they will go away.
I want to look at the smallest things and experience joy. I want to fill my days with loving the life I live now. I want to truly count my blessings. I want to look at life the way I did when I was four.
Most of all, I just want to feel. I want to feel everything. I want to feel alive.
If I’m disappointed, fine. It’s better to get hurt sometimes than to be in low grade fear always.
I don’t know why we’re all here, living this life – but I do know that it’s not to just expect one disaster after another…
…to look over our shoulder instead of straight ahead.
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that life is neither positive or negative. It all balances out in this everything soup – so there’s no point in being on one side of the spectrum or another.
A negative mind will never give us a positive life or a negative life, because there’s really no such thing as a purely positive or negative life anyway.
That’s why it’s okay to get our hopes up. It’s okay to count our chickens. We can’t know that it will work out, but we also can’t know that it won’t.
It’s been said that whether you’re looking at the glass as half full or half empty, you’re missing the point. The glass is refillable.