Why would I expect less?
Why should I expect less?

Easy.

I don’t, and I won’t.

I know what I’m about, and that’s all that matters.
Maybe that’s what it’s always been about. Knowing our value and not opening it up to the highest bidder.

I got less when I accepted less, and I’m not just talking about relationships. So yeah, I’m going to talk my shit. Because when I suddenly expected more, I saw who was keeping up, who was cheering from the sideline, and who got left behind.

I’m the main character in this and have been playing like I’m player two. Nobody else to get mad at other than me, and even when I can choose to get mad, I’ll choose to be kind because it’s the first time I’m doing this little thing we call life, and I guess it’s just all about handling the new things and putting things in practice when we deal with things twice, and three times.

So, I’m expecting more, especially when others tell me to shut down my expectations.
I’m risking more. Especially when I’m told it’s crazy.
I’m caring more. Especially when others say it’s unwise.
More importantly, I’m dreaming more than others think is possible.