On Expectations

& on having them

East of Eden, John Steinbeck

I had a very humbling moment recently.

It came as a source of wisdom from a friend who has been going through a break-up, and in a sort of miraculous display of wisdom (he’s arguably the most graceful person I’ve ever witnessed through a break-up) I found his rumination/s on life to be particularly elucidating… especially w/r/t what we, meaning anyone of us, are owed.

Through the process of digesting his agony, he’s been able to leave incredible space for his partner’s intricacies as well. He’s being honest about what led to this place of disconnection between both of them, creating room for the spaciousness to just be. Not right or wrong, just to be in presence of it, as your full self. Witnessing this sort of compassion and heart-centeredness while I’m moving through my own states of entitlement and confusion has been incredibly inspiring.