Two Headed Hydras

Expectations are odd creatures. Allow them to run wild and disappointment is guaranteed. Nothing can rise to the nth degree of an imagination's power. Reign them in too closely and disappointment is also guaranteed. For lack of water the flower not only did not bloom. It ceased to grow.

All good things require loving care to reach their full potential. It is in allowing that potential to find its own level that tests Love's strength. I suppose it must be like fly fishing, although I have no experience with this. Cast out an invitation to the universe and pull back to see what happens. In the give and take that follows, the game is played out.

I don't believe there is much chance involved. Chance seems more like something I use as an excuse to explain why it did not turn out the way I wanted it to. Instead I believe that the actions lead to each moment in an order whose logic is simply not apparent to me. The test may be in accepting the results for what they are, accepting responsibility for my part and relinquishing the guilt for what is already past.

There is no gold cup for the winner because there are no winners, simply vessels filling up with whatever is poured into them. Expect it to be in the best interests of all and expectations become less like two headed hydras and more like beloved companions.