Life is full of expectations.
We expect so much out of such worthless things. We expect that we will succeed, that maybe someday we will become unbelievably beautiful, that we will become famous.
Why don't we expect being happy? Why do we feel our happiness can only lie in earning a high salary, being seen as extremely attractive, and having our face shown in magazines? Why can't we recognize the beauty in seeing the leaves fade to shades of red and yellow, or the bliss of reading in bed with a cup of tea?
Why are we so vain; so unsatisfied with our lives? Why have we placed beauty in all the wrong places? Why do we feel better when we treat someone heartlessly?
Life's biggest happiness and beauty is found in the things that money cannot ever buy us. It's found in the simple fact that we're alive.