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Peace begins when Expectations End 🕊️✌️


"How could she say that to me?"

"Why did she refuse to help me?"

"Why didn't she come to see me?"

We all have some expectations when it comes to how we want to be treated, Isn't it?

It is very natural, it's how we all are wired

& when those expectations are not met, Most of us get disappointed,our expectations backfire & create a great deal of pain.

Does that mean we should stop doing good to others, as we are not getting any return?

 No!

We don't need to lose our goodness, but definitely need to reduce our expectations from others

It does hurt deep when we don't get back what we expect.

But the fault lies in the problem itself

The burden we expect them to carry, might not always be mutual & it does differ from their perspectives too.

If you ask me, I practice empathy- I simply like to help, I do things everyday that don’t have an ROI, and that's also because it's naturally wired in me! 

I would sometimes go out of the way to help people out! That's because I just think doing the right thing is always the right thing.

Many times people are so worried about what other people think of them, why didn't they do what they thought they'll do!

So,

The moment you have such thoughts try to reverse that gear of mind & remind yourself-

"I'm not fragile, but a great person inside,& great people do get great treatment in return, no matter how much time it takes and I too, shall deservingly get it❤️"

A peice of advice I received shortly and would pass on -'' Cut your expectations short lest you wallow in disappointments. Because Expectations are root cause of all heartaches" 

#tarikadiaries

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