Expectations can be claustrophobic.
I need a set of rules to give direction to my life, but the ones that I write, the ones that allow me to be myself.
I refuse to carry the burden of their dreams and projection of their unfulfilled wishes.
Yet, when I return from the battlefield, battered and broken, I expect a warm hearth and welcoming smiles.
What is it that binds kinfolk to each other – a shared past or the gene pool?
In other words, kinfolk ….. at Patricia’s Place
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Once again deep thoughts from you, Reena. I think to some extent the gene pool binds us together but shared memories are stronger bindings for me, maybe because I am closer to a few friends than I am to my family. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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I agree. Shared memories, and maybe shared struggles draw people closer.
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Expectations hurt sometimes. Great post
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Thanks a lot!
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You’re welcome
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