In the present uncertainty, expectation, is considered to be the most likely event to happen. We all expected Mother to have slipped into a coma by now. But its saturday and she's still here. A pleasant surprise?! Take that Dr. Pessimistic! Expectations are beliefs centered on the future, realistic or not they give rise to the emotion of hope or disappointment. Wouldn't the world be a beautiful place if we could live without expecting anything from anyone? I have applied the equation, and on the few occasions that I have succeeded, life and more so relationships unfolded like a perfect square, exponentially ever increasing in pleasure.
What we didn't expect however, is that Mum would turn into a vegetable or a fruit. Last time she held a coherent conversation was on Monday, the day I returned from Vancouver. However, with much internal confusion and doubt, it slipped my mind to embrace her. I thought, tomorrow will be a better day, she needs to rest now and I need to get mentally grounded so I don't burst into tears. But, too late. Embraces are no longer an option. The Vegetable has spoken and she can not tolerate a word yet alone a finger. She hates everything and everyone. Except the bank, I mean my father, the one object that exerted the most pain on her life's journey. And visa versa so they're even. Only he doesn't die because he brought some good to this world, not enough by my standards, but who the hell am I? No one. Just a an opinionated voice.
Mother dearest, your strength is unquestionable. You exceeded expectations not once but five times on your journey. But you didn't know you'd be a vegetable did you. You expected a brighter or unrealistic future. Not to self; False hope goes along way. So its ok to dream.
What we didn't expect however, is that Mum would turn into a vegetable or a fruit. Last time she held a coherent conversation was on Monday, the day I returned from Vancouver. However, with much internal confusion and doubt, it slipped my mind to embrace her. I thought, tomorrow will be a better day, she needs to rest now and I need to get mentally grounded so I don't burst into tears. But, too late. Embraces are no longer an option. The Vegetable has spoken and she can not tolerate a word yet alone a finger. She hates everything and everyone. Except the bank, I mean my father, the one object that exerted the most pain on her life's journey. And visa versa so they're even. Only he doesn't die because he brought some good to this world, not enough by my standards, but who the hell am I? No one. Just a an opinionated voice.
Mother dearest, your strength is unquestionable. You exceeded expectations not once but five times on your journey. But you didn't know you'd be a vegetable did you. You expected a brighter or unrealistic future. Not to self; False hope goes along way. So its ok to dream.
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