Expect the Unexpected

As children we were all asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” With light glistening from our wishful pure eyes we responded. “An Astronaut!” “A teacher!” “Oprah!” “The President!” “A Scientist!” These same ambitions carried over to Halloween. It was the one night of the year when we were those people. We had the mask, the cape, or the boots. We often pretended to be Superman, Wonder Woman, Spiderman, or Batman. We saw those people as Jerry Seinfeld would say not as fictional characters but as future career options. We wanted and expected to save the world, because the world revolved around us.

Sadly these dreams and free candy lose their savor during the teenage years. We soon indulge in judgment, envy, laziness, failure, and presumption. Like candy we find it easy to devour and give freely. However, unlike Halloween it’s passed out daily. The supplier is expectation.

We expect a future. We expect success. We expect an ideal partner. So what do we do? We learn and we work even when we fail. We date, we judge, we breakup, we love, and we marry. We are somewhat still our selfish kid self dressed up as an adult. The expectations change from a bag full of candy to a bag full of ideas.

Expectations are like celebrities. We all have our favorites. We idealize them, emulate them, and we follow them. Yet seldom if ever meet them. And when and if we do they may not be what we thought.

These dreams, hopes, aspirations, or standards affect everything. Tomorrow you will get up in the morning because you expect the sun to have brought up the day. You will drive to work because you expect to get there. You will do your job because you expect a pay check. However you also expect some things to go wrong. Your alarm may not go off. You may get in a car accident. You may even get fired.

Good or bad, expectations bring power. Without them we would never be able to reason or respond rationally. Nothing would happen. There would be no advancements in technology. No books to read or blogs to write. There would be neither school nor work. We would starve, having no food for why would we farm if we don’t expect fruit? Why would we raise livestock if we didn’t expect to use them?

Why? That is the ultimate question. Without that reason, without that hope, we would be hopeless. Life would be nothing but despair.

The wishful light from childhood is still glowing. It may have dimmed, but it can be brightened. We can put on our daily costumes as an employee, a teacher, or maybe The President and head out into the world assured that there is good ahead. Keep expecting, but expect the unexpected.

Trash Talk

The pop can, the crumbled up tissue, the Albertsons' bag, the Snickers' wrapper, and the McDonalds paper bag. We have all seen them, stepped on them, or walked around them. Our minds have subconsciously calculated the spot where the half eaten Big Mac was flung from the car window, as we examined the Mcfries travel path on the road. This garbage is everywhere. Who is doing it? More importantly why are they just throwing it on the ground, when they could be throwing it into a bag that will be hauled off and then put under the ground?

As I often ponder over this question and weigh the reasons as to why they do this, I'm quick to think they must hate Mother Nature. They love their mothers enough, not to throw their waste on the carpet inside her home. They give their mothers Mother's Day cards and the men honor her, being called Momma’s Boys. Yet, when was the last time anyone did anything for Mother Nature on Earth Day? Those who love Mother Nature are not even named after her; they instead are called Tree Huggers. Apparently Mother Nature is some faceless woman, whose words go unheard, but whose wrath is felt seasonally.

However, it’s been said that imitation is the biggest form of flattery. Some might argue that Mother Nature herself is a literer. With autumn, she gets sick and tired of her leaves and flowers only to cast them off for someone else to rake up and put in plastic bags to be hauled off to the dump. Winter's waste, Snow, covers the streets, forcing someone else to shovel, plow, and lift it away. Mankind learns from its Mothers.

Mother Nature is like most mothers. She has her scornful seasons, but she is quick to forgive. She does her housework. The leaves decompose, snow melts away, and dead animals are consumed. Mother Nature's fabulous friend fungi eat away tuff trash and rain rinses sticky stains away. If Mother Nature didn't do her job those litterers would be different. Litterers rely so much on Mother and her faithfulness, that it's easy to simply toss that cigarette carton out the window. They know she will come for it. I mean she’s Mother Nature.

Most litterers are rarely seen saying “Take that Mother Nature,” as they slam the plastic bottle on the ground. Instead very quietly, with a wave of the hand or the soft release from the fingers the rubbish free falls to the ground. All of those plastic white straws, foil granola bar wrappers, and krumpled K-Mart ads are just little reminders to Mother. Each litter letters the testament, “I love you Mother Nature.” Litterers: Lovers of Mother Nature or just plain lazy?