“Look at this. Look at it closely. What do you think it is?”
She showed him a picture of an object that was too unclear to decipher. It was oblong with sharp edges. It could be anything really. His mind began to race. The young boy had millions of images in his head as to what that object may be. They were bombarding him like fighter plane missiles.
“Here’s the catch,” his teacher told him. “You only have two guesses. So make them count”.
The boy became even more agitated. Only two. The margin of error was too tight.
The object could be anything. How could he make sure he found the right answer?
In his head, he was putting together a jigsaw – placing his imaginary items onto the unknown object and assessing how far it matched.
It was a trial of imagination, of expectation, of prediction.
The task was to understand that very often in life, we imagine one thing, we expect another, we make it up in our heads to be that which we think it is, and in the end we end up disappointed when we find out it is something extremely different.
In the end we get hurt from our own expectations, when all we need to do is train ourselves to expect the lowest, even from the places and people we though the highest of.