I have expectations. They go unmet. I have a will. It gets crossed. Circumstances. Decisions. Other people. I can’t control any of it.
Pride is involved. My sense of worth. What people think of me.
And the whole matter of waiting. What a pain. Waiting to find out. Waiting to move. Waiting to get. Waiting to do. Waiting to receive.
Even waiting for hope. For the strength to keep going, especially when expectations, will, pride, and plans don’t work out.
What a low point.