Hope


Hope is a curious emotion, one that hangs around even when most or all of it is gone.

I think we sustain hope because it allows us to connect our future to our present in an exciting fashion. We hope for good things, usually, and in the case of our enemy (or rival, to be more gentle) we hope for either misfortune or bad luck.

Hope, they say, springs eternal. I am more inclined to believe that it's something that never goes away. It drives us to get up every day and start the process of moving forward.

On the back side of hope lies the other version of it. That would be our memories, which connect our present to our past. Inside that are the subtitles of fulfillment and perhaps regret.

Had we known where we'd be when we had all that hope, we could understand our memories. Maybe if we did that, we could make sense of our present.

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