it's the other way around...
i don't think we find hope - i think hope finds us. or maybe, we remember where hope has been, where we've hidden it. much as i've tried to lose hope, to stop looking into the future and anticipating something good, i can't. and i'm not sure why, except that there seems to be something about being human that means hoping.
so, once we remember where we put our hope, what do we do with it? lindsey jo and i were talking yesterday about how we hope, but we don't really want to say what we hope for, so we obscure our hope. instead of saying outright, "i'm really hoping for..." whatever it is, we just tiptoe around it and wonder if people will figure it out. needless to say, when they don't figure it out, we're disappointed, angry and disillusioned, vowing that we won't be so foolish as to hope again.
what would it cost to just tell people what we're hoping for?
i don't think we find hope - i think hope finds us. or maybe, we remember where hope has been, where we've hidden it. much as i've tried to lose hope, to stop looking into the future and anticipating something good, i can't. and i'm not sure why, except that there seems to be something about being human that means hoping.
so, once we remember where we put our hope, what do we do with it? lindsey jo and i were talking yesterday about how we hope, but we don't really want to say what we hope for, so we obscure our hope. instead of saying outright, "i'm really hoping for..." whatever it is, we just tiptoe around it and wonder if people will figure it out. needless to say, when they don't figure it out, we're disappointed, angry and disillusioned, vowing that we won't be so foolish as to hope again.
what would it cost to just tell people what we're hoping for?
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