”Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.” – Shawshank Redemption.
What if that same hope pulls you down slide and makes it harder to let go of things which are already lost? What if that hope starts making you paranoid with out you actually realizing it? So much that you start obsessing about it and begin to look desperate and after some point begin to believe that, that hope is in something imaginary. So much that you refuse to be logical, refuse to look for your own good first. So much that you are actually hopelessly lost?
Irritating thing about hope: uncertainty. Or probably that is why it is called as hope. Hoping that xyz will be as they want it to be. Only thing required is understanding what is worth and what not is, differentiating between hope in something real and something long lost. Emotions blind it. So I been questioning: hope, really a good thing? At least in today’s world?
The thing that frustrates me about being a human is this: hope.