#genuinewonder

Isn’t it strange how people can bring both lightness and weight into our lives? The joys they offer often come wrapped in expectations, and what feels like pleasure at a moment slowly becomes a quiet pressure we never asked for. I’ve been thinking how easily these intentions blur like a thin fine line between genuine care and quiet demands, between comfort and obligation, leaving me questioning why the very people who make us smile can also leave us gasping for air.

I know it’s part of life—giving comes with taking, loving comes with sacrifice, and helping comes with expectation. But sometimes I wish that those who said they genuinely care would not make us feel guilty for failing to meet their expectations. It’s exhausting to be reminded of how grateful we should be, as though kindness is a debt to be repaid forever.

I wonder how many people truly offer a hand without thinking of what they’ll get back. I ask this quietly, as someone who is choosing that path. I would never help anyone if I knew I wanted something in return because the thoughts of it would guilt me.

I give because I can, because I want to. That doesn’t mean I’ve never had expectations, but never tied to the help I offered. I believe expectation can also destroy you. When you hold it, you’re the one who suffers when life doesn’t deliver and when people don’t show up as you hoped. Maybe I’m just care-less in the best sense, but the truth is, the less I care about external demands, the more inner peace I find within myself.

And I still believe the pleasure of life doesn’t have to come at the expense of the pressure. Humans are imperfect. We’re not robots programmed to respond on command. For those who insist on keeping everything balanced and fair, maybe try learning to give without demands. Let your help remain true. Life has its own way to give back to your sincere heart. And if your support plants a seed that grows long after you're forgotten, let that be enough. Be proud you were part of the root.