Memories are fulfilled dreams

Expectations are one man's vices.

To sum it all. This phrase spates the entire chunk of my take , on this noun.

Charles Dickens's Great Expectation - Hapless Finn pursuing his unrequited and haughty childhood love, tugs us close to our heart, for eons. In short, we all have our own rendition towards expecting.

It's like the pandora box. It opens up to a whole new vocabulary of sorrow, hope, distress , greed. The repercussion of our cajoled expectations may ripple ten folds. Washing away any sightings of the beauty in the unknown.

Who doesnt wish to live a life without having to expect and all falling in place for us? To walk in the dark and know that light shimmers at the end. I will love to.

Nonetheless, like rubbing salt to the wound, its almost subconscious to elevate our level of hopes in dire to how much issues meant to each of us. We are all , but , mortal. With such in mind, these expectations flow more freely and forms its own judgement, its outcome. More than ever, we make life easier for ourselves. No more self-bashing.

If we could downplay the cognitive of our minds on this, we are gods.

nite folks.



Will you still love me tomorrow - Roberta Flack

Tonight you're mine completely
You give you love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?

Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment's pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?
Will you still love me tomorrow?

Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning sun?

I'd like to know that your love
Is love I can be sure of
So tell me now, and I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?

(INSTRUMENTAL)

So tell me now, and I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?