Life and Expectations

If you resonate reading this, believe me, you are not alone!

It’s 11 a.m., and my stupid brain has started to consume stupid allegations already. Honestly, I wish I was never born.

I mean, come on, dear Mom and Dad, did I ever ask you to bring me into this biased world? A world where emotions are just words and feelings are mere illusions. Nobody truly loves anyone, and if someone does, it’s just a trick played by the brain. Look at me—nobody will appreciate me for doing what I want to do. Even during school days, the only time my world seemed happy was when I got good marks and people praised me. Sure, you’re feeding me, giving me shelter, but the question is: Did I ever ask for it?

If I think about all my desires, well, desires and dreams are just constructs of the society we’re born into and the words that shape us. If I were born into a really poor family, my dreams and my parents’ expectations wouldn’t be the same as they are now. Sometimes, I think my parents are just scared—scared that I’ll fail.

So, let’s pass on this generational trauma and the burden of expectations over and over until someone finally breaks under the weight.

And what if I fail? What if you actually win and I lose? What will you do then? Every second, someone fails somewhere—so what? Do they lose their reason to live? Am I not putting in effort? Sure, I’m not giving my best effort, but isn’t this constant comparison just meaningless? The harder you work, the more society heaps expectations on you, creating an even heavier load. Why is everyone so obsessed with the end product and the benefits we’ll gain? Why can’t we just live in the present?

My parents are so naïve. They pray, they live in the present like they’re broke—or maybe even worse than broke—always unhappy, always ungrateful. Fools like them are everywhere. They don’t understand the true meaning of life. The meaning of life, as an individual, is worthless. Life as a whole, however, does have meaning. So why live in despair, consumed by selfishness? Why not work as much as we want and live happily until we’re gone?

In the end, if we’re replaced by someone better, then let’s fight back with a smile. And if we lose, so what? Why sink into despair? Why not just die happy?