Do you know what's one of the most satisfying things in the world?
It was when our imagination and expectation were met.
I used to lower my expectation about anything. Or rather, having no expectations at all. After all, we wouldn't be disappointed that way. I wasn't disappointed about never visiting an amusement park, and never disappointed about being unable to live long.
Because I never expected myself to live long anyway.
Ah, but how could I not have any expectations when Zia gushed out story after story about the festivals she experienced in the past? She filled my head with colorful's ornaments, various night markets filled with tasty foods and trinkets from all over the world, stage plays, costume parades, assortments of performances, music, and even fireworks.
Yeah, how could I have no expectations hearing about them along the journey?
