By its very nature, expectation is empty. It can neither be fulfilled nor can it fulfil anyone. It is a bottomless vessel: we may pour everything into it, but it can hold nothing. And what is already empty cannot fill anyone.
         Yet we sometimes we feel that certain expectations were fulfilled and they did bring joy. Watch these expectations carefully: Did not that joy die in a bubble-second? But before one can see it, expectation assumes new forms.Expectation breeds expectation. One goes on trying to fulfil one after the other endlessly, tirelessly.
        The result? Exhaustion! Frustration! Stop expecting altogether, absolutely. Then all running stops. And once running is gone, relaxation comes in. With relaxation comes true fulfilment.