Living up to others' expectations
For the past few years, one of the several things that has bothered me most is - "how to live upto the expectations of those expect from me".
Why I am writing about it is because I feel that "we spend half of our productive years trying to fulfill the expectations of others (parents, siblings, spouse, children, etc.) and the other half in thinking how to fulfill those expectations". Everyone has his/her own set of expectations from the person who they are close to. This, I believe, binds a person into virtual boundries. Beyond those boundries, lie the person's own expectations, which he is afraid to fulfill before he fulfills those of others.
As we grow up, the set of expectations grows. As a toddler, my parents expected me to learn how to walk. As a young, school-going kid, my parents expected me to learn good manners and score well in school. As a college-going youth, my parents expected me to study hard and find a good job. Then, they expected me to marry a good girl of their choice and produce children. When I get married, I will also have to carry the burden of my wife's expectations - a home of "our own", a car, 1-2 children, good clothes, good food, lots of jewellery. At job, the expectations keep growing - perform well, make others perform well, do something extra-ordinary. Meanwhile - parents add their own expectations - take care of us in our old age. The kids come and bring along more expectations. The society expects me to behave like a gentleman. The government expects me to honestly pay taxes.
After being burdened with so many expectations, I think - "do I have any expectations of my own?" All this while I forgot what I wanted from my own life!!!!!!!!! I am living, working, smiling, eating so that I can be alive and well to fulfill others' expectaions.
Sometimes, I am back to real world, thinking that those "others" are my own people, people who love me, so it is natural for them to expect the world from me. But, then that is what holds me back. The ever growing set of expectations of my loved ones makes sure that I don't have dreams of my own, or even if I have dreams, I don't have time or energy to fulfill them. Right from childhood, I have "programmed" to think from others point of view, if I do something then I will please someone (whether I am happy in it or not, nobody bothers to find out).
I have a feeling that people who carry the least burden of expectations are either highly successful or vagabonds. Whether they are successful or not, such people are definitely happy. Happy, because, they get to do what they want to do, not what others want them to do. Most of successful artists become rebels at a very young age and even leave their homes (read "expectations"). Without the burden of others' expectations, they feel free to have their own dreams and chase them (and most of them achieve what they want).
Enough for today. Got to get back to work (my boss has lots of expectations from me and how big my salary grows depends on how well I live up to his expectations).
