Disappointment

I know we're not supposed to expect; but as human beings, aren't we wired to do so?

By default, we're emotional. We're human beings. We feel. We expect. We try our best not to, but deep inside our repressed memories, deep inside this certain part of our brain, we always cling to this tiny light of hope that people aren't that bad; that people aren't disappointing; that somehow, someday, people will change for the better.

News flash.

More often than not, they don't.

The characters they have chosen to build will breed certain unfortunate values until they grow older, or until they reach this certain point in their lives, where a life-changing, life-altering experience bumps their head big time and allows them to change.

Or at least, "change" in the sense that they momentarily have this all natural high of respect and positivity, until they shrink back to their poisonous selves.

Sounds negative?

I'd like to think I've been more exposed to the world of REALITY.

Reality bites. It does. It's just up to us how to choose which bits of reality we'd like to dive ourselves into. Life isn't all happy rainbows and unicorns; despite the difficulties though, I still choose to surround myself with the people I know I can be proud of, the people I know I can respect. It's these people who make me feel that even though life can be very disappointing, it can still be worth living, because we get to experience happy moments once in a while.

Disappointment...something I deal with everyday...but at least I know that these things push me to become a better person at work, with my family, or with my friends.