It is the expectation exerted onto us that forces us to shape our dreams. It is the private expectation of greatness that leads to the diminishing hope and courage that we hold within. It is from the expectation that our individual expectations are anchored towards. Or are expectations that are built crafted to correlate to the individuals own expectation. And when we succeed, do we pat our backs and congratulate ourselves for achieving our expectations or do we thank those who have chained us to what they have masterminded. And when we fail to reach these expectations, should our minds shrivel up in self-disgust or do we place the blame onto the ones that have created the false idyllic dream.
The need to place the responsibility of blame onto an individual not ourselves is an immensely strong characteristic of humans. The blame game is intensified when we are faulted for our beliefs. Do we start believing even more strongly after we have been condemned because we refuse to accept the conclusion of our argument that has been classified as irrelevant. Is it because of pride that our not-so-hardened revelations have been strengthened by the doubts that are thrown at us. The expectation that what we have deemed to be exquisite and radiant with brilliance will also be deemed to be exquisite and radiant with brilliance by those that have the power to crucify is dangerous.
Expectations should not be the foundation of our goals. Expectations should not be the expected outcome. Great Expectations, however, are one of the most powerful forces that drives the passion and intensity in our lives.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
the merging of the ages
a second in time, stolen
captured, immortalized. framed
the creation of a time warp
the catalyst to our pasts
the symbols of moments lost to age.
the eerie gaze from her eyes,
of her soul that has been moved
the untainted smiles and the
plastic pistol you played with
uncontrollable laughter, transferred to me.
an explicit connection between us,
an incomprehensible link between decades
crafted and created
to the finest, intricate detail, by
a photograph.
19-07-08
captured, immortalized. framed
the creation of a time warp
the catalyst to our pasts
the symbols of moments lost to age.
the eerie gaze from her eyes,
of her soul that has been moved
the untainted smiles and the
plastic pistol you played with
uncontrollable laughter, transferred to me.
an explicit connection between us,
an incomprehensible link between decades
crafted and created
to the finest, intricate detail, by
a photograph.
19-07-08
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