Everything Except Expect.

Why am I unsure, and why am I unhappy?

I believe it's because of expectations.

Expectations from me, of what I could be doing instead. 

Expectations of mine, of how perfect everything has to be for it to matter. 

Expectations of others - on how my life should be instead, and expectations from others. 

Honestly though, at the end of the day, the question I find myself asking a lot is, “What did I expect?” as though I didn't know perfectly well what I wanted. I still ask myself that question because I know what the real answer is. I expect the world to run on my clock. I expect the conversation to be what I had rehearsed, and the conclusion to be the one I prepared for. 

I was expecting my job to be difficult, and my growth easy. 

I expect a lot, but it's always completely different. 

Until I realised, that is what computer programs do, and well, I'm not one. 

I'm human.

I'm wrong a lot, and I'm thankful for that.

It means I'm neither a manmade code nor a God.