I don’t expect much. At least my expectation standard is still in human reach. In consideration that I am still a human…
Every morning, when my husband and daughters still curling up under the blankets. I expect to have a cup of white coffee, made from an ordinary brand (n*****e) poured with hot water from the automatic water dispenser. 15 minutes. Only me and my coffee. A very low degree of morning time expectation, but can ignite my energy for the rest of the day.
I don’t expect much to make myself happy. Give me good books or movies, then it can easily amuse me. Buy me a bowl of bakso iga (meatballs soup and pork ribs), I will thank you cheerfully. But, some things should meet my criteria of ‘high’ expectation. I hate poor connection of wifi, internet connection must be smooth and fast for me. I prefer original movie than pirated one because the later presents worse quality of pictures. I don’t like overcooked edamame, it should be cooked at precise 3 minutes after the water boil. Not much or less.
My low expectation comes to other thing apparently, as it happened last weekend. After I had done my daily offering, I saw a bird was hopping on the paved path.
Seemed like it was a male. I did expect he would fly right away. He didn’t. He kept hoping in a very comfortable way. Then, he flew to the mango tree. I thought, he had gone. Bye birdy. But he was not.
He came back and perched on the fern. I rushed inside the house to get my pocket camera with low expectation, the bird would still there on the fern by the time I got camera with me. He was. I caught some pictures.
I was so close to the birds. He wasn’t afraid of me at all. He looked at me casually as if we had met before. A friend’s party, may be?
The bird didn’t expect me to cause him any harm. As I didn’t expect him to enjoy much of his time in our garden.