This weather, which teases every weekend that it will let me out to garden, but then doesn’t, is so deeply disappointing.
But what is disappointment, really? It is a failure – of a situation, a person – to meet our expectations. It is a falling short of what we wished for. So if we can’t control people and situations, the one thing in our control is our expectation. Expect nothing and never be disappointed.
As I write that, it seems grim. Am I saying we should give up hope? No. Hope is the engine of being. But expectation leaves us vulnerable to bitterness and disappointment. Hope is endless, but expectation is defined.