Disappointed
I’m disappointed when something doesn’t work out. I’m disappointed not to get something I yearned for, that I felt I deserved. I’m disappointed when you say “no” when I expected “yes.”
Disappointment has a sour taste. Disappointment wanted so much more and got so much less. Disappointment sinks to the bottom and stays there, for a long time. A longer time. The longest time. Disappointment makes me feel small, worth little, without value. Disappointment fades into the background.
A school friend once said, “Don’t expect anything, so you’ll never be disappointed.” No anticipation? No dreams for the future, even if the future is just tomorrow night? Disappointment anticipates more disappointment. Disappointment’s future is more disappointment.
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