I wonder what it would be like to live without expectations. What does it mean not to think ahead or look forward to something? Isn’t that connected to having hope—just being hopeful? I’m trying to understand this idea of letting go. But how does it feel for me? It often seems flat, like nothing really matters and everything is okay just as it is. I can’t help but feel my mood drops when I try to let go of my expectations. Am I the only one who thinks like this? For me, letting go feels like getting closer to the end of life—a thought I don’t like. The idea of giving up makes me uneasy. I want to believe that things are going well; this belief lifts me up and gives me energy to keep going, no matter what! It’s a way of living that makes me feel alive. Is this my rebellious side showing? If it is, I’m proud of it! Every morning, I wake up feeling happy and excited about what the day will bring. That’s my natural state, and I’m sticking with it. That’s what works for me!