
It’s a good place when all you have is hope and not expectations. ~ Danny Boyle
Happiness: When Reality Meets Expectation
We’ve all had the experience of being excited for something. We’ve heard everyone talk about how great the movie or book are, we’re really excited for a meal because we’ve been craving it, or you’ve met a person on a dating app and the chatting has been wonderful and your excited for that first date. Then, the movie is boring, the book is a terrible read, dude orders for you and then forgot his wallet, it just goes wrong and we feel massive disappointment because our expectations have not been met.
Today was a good day, early in the week the forecast basically said rain all weekend, but then it changed and today was not warm, but sunny and pleasant. So it meant I could do a city walk in San Francisco. And while my singular focus normally, is that my walks in one way or another end up passing one of a number of quality pizza places, today was going to be a bit different. I’ve been jonesing for Indian food for some time, more specifically I’ve been jonesing for some vindaloo. I live in the Bay Area and in my town, you can find just about every possible kind of food. I always laugh when folks come into town and say they want Asian food. While that is often few choices some places, that is not the case here. Do you want Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Filipino and it doesn’t stop there. They often say Chinese – mainland or Taiwanese? Mainland – what city or region, Xian, Bejing, Peking Duck, Shanghai. Because you literally can almost pick the city in China as a type of food where I live. However, I’ve yet to find a really good Indian place here, there’s a pretty good Pakistani/Indian place but it’s not spectacular.
So today I made the focus of my walk today good Indian food. I did a little research online and set my sights on Trisara on Kearney near Sutton. So I made the stroll and settled in and ordered my favorite combination Chicken Vindaloo, garlic naan and a coke. They of course ask how spicy and I always say Indian medium spicy, not white people medium spicy, because friends, these are different levels of spice. This always leads to the cook, owner or waiter immediately checking in with me when I get my food, because they have great amounts of experience with white guys who want spicy hot and have no idea what that means if they really get Indian spicy hot.
I have to say today, it may partially have been that I’ve been jonesing for some time, but today really met my expectation. The vindaloo sauce was perfect, absolutely delicious and spicy enough to make me sweat but not enough to vacate my sinuses. The chicken was was fall apart tender, the potatoes firm but able to be cut with a fork. Perfectly cooked basmati rice and of course a Coke is a Coke. The biggest joy was the best garlic naan I’ve ever had. Really spectacular naan is soft and fluffy at the edges and nearly crunchy toward the middle. And a lot of places miss on the level of garlic, either barely tasteable or overpowering. This was absolutely perfect, soft and fluffy edges, crisp in the middle, you could taste the garlic but it wasn’t too much. It’s been a while since I’ve had a meal that so perfectly met my hopes and expectations, so today was a very happy day.
What this wonderful meal did today, was get me thinking about happiness and expectations. There is a meme that flies around on social media, it says something to the effect of, if you want to be happy, lose your expectations. I really hate this meme. I saw a post today where someone said there therapist said that people who are in pursuit of happiness are always less happy than those who just focus on surviving. So let’s dive into both of these.
The pursuit of happiness gets a bad rap and it’s because the idea is misunderstood. People often take this mean to chase perfect happiness, creating an expectation of bliss, where happiness floats around you like you’re walking on clouds and everything is perfect. Chasing that will tear you to shreds because the expectation is completely unrealistic and reality will never meet your expectations. One of my favorite song lyrics by Sting from Consider Me Gone is:
To search for perfection. Is all very well. But to look for heaven is to live here in hell.
A much more poetic way of relating what I just stated.
The other extreme is the idea that if you have no expectations you’ll never be disappointed. And that’s not incorrect, because as usual with fortune cookie wisdom it’s not the whole picture. The real wisdom behind that idea is that the real trick is not to have expectations, but to still have hopes. If you just never have expectations, without hope or aspirations, well then you’ll very often get the least of whatever you’re after. But having hopes means you can still aspire to having really good things but by not expecting that you’ll always get them, you can be happy with what you do have.
As with anything, nothing is an absolute. Only maybe the Buddha or some other perfectly self-actualized human is at this level. But what we can do is to strive to reduce our expectations from perfection, but not lower them so that you have to accept less than you deserve. If you can find that sweet spot, you’ll have happier days my friends. ~ Rev Kane




















