Tuesday, 16 August 2016

  "False Hope"

I have never truly felt the emotion of hope before, and I'm beginning to see it's one of the most beautiful things in the world. It's different to wishing for something. People wish their thighs were thinner, or that they won the lottery, or that they were better at sex. Anyone can wish.

But hope, there is a wonderful defiance in people that hope, because hope, unlike wishfulness, involves fear. It is jumping into the oblivion and trusting the universe will reward you for your bravery. It is the bird that leaps from her nest without knowing if she will plummet. It is believing in something you are unable at present to see.

I imagine this is what it feels like to be religious. To be able to live your life conquering fear in the hope that there is something more may seem futile to the pessimists among us,  but I now see it to be a stunningly admirable quality, as well as something stunningly human, and stunningly necessary to survive in a world where so often happiness is quite invisible.

And so, if anyone ever tells you not to have "False Hope", tell them that phrase is redundant- All hope is false, and that's what makes it so beautiful.