Hope
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hope[hohp]
noun 1. The feeling that what is wanted can be had / that events will turn out for the best 2. A person or thing around which expectations are centered Blind faith. That is what comes to mind when I hear, or see – usually on a poster next to a Live, Love, Laugh quote – the word hope. Hope is the inexplicable desire, the ideal, that things will get better; that everything happens for a reason – all of that. But, has it just become a word we use as a plaster for a wound too large to just disappear but too painful to acknowledge? Hope has become a bandage or a cloak we throw over hurts we can no longer bear to think about. For example: Old faithful, “I hope life treats you well,” said after a break-up. Honestly, no, you do not always hope life treats them well. You just cannot afford a hitman, so you might as well go out as the bigger person. Hope is the invisibility cloak you hide your hurt under. On the other hand though, we need hope. We need to believe that nothing bad is permanent – the way life has taught us to believe that nothing good is permanent, either. We need the promise – the mere possibility – of better days ahead; to survive, sometimes barely survive, the bad ones. Anyone who claims to have lost all hope is not being entirely truthful. It is something we all desperately cling to. It is the ever- present looming lifeboat, when you’re drowning in an ocean of despair. We would cease to exist without it. Imagine a world without hope. You would spend a lifetime believing that what you have – good or bad – is as good as it gets. There would be no need to keep fighting for the next big step. There would be no need to survive; to hold on for just a little bit longer. Hope is a little like magic, isn’t it? We cannot see it, or understand the secrets it holds or can unlock. But by believing in its existence, we are saved from the dreary notion that what we can see is all we get. Believe in the magic – at all costs. Your hopes will get crushed sometimes; you will get knocked down a few times. But you will love – others, your life, yourself. Holding on, holding out for something better – hoping - is what can get you out of bed, when life is trying to suffocate you within the safe confinements of your comfort zone. Let it. I hope you let it. |