They say once there’s life, there’s hope. I guess that’s easier said than done.
You really don’t want to be in a situation where you have to hope for a particular thing and then having to see expectations dashed at every turn.
This is moreso aggravatingly painful if what you hope for is what others take for granted, as it naturally comes to them and in the most bizarre cases when you see them trying to limit or ‘cap’ it.
I speak of the hope that comes with it’s relatives patience and/or longsuffering; ‘and/or’ because sometimes while both may seem to mean the same thing sometimes you may get to have to live with that ‘suffering’ in the ‘longsuffering’ to understand that ‘patience’ and the ‘longsuffering’ aren’t the same.
Hoping also has the ‘time’ element and this is even more crucial to what gives hope it’s peculiar nature. I doubt one can be said to have hoped for something if the time between when such was desired to when it was recieved was in a particularly short length of time.
It’s the time between the thought for a thing and the realization of it, that stands between whether we continue to maintain or lose hope, and whether we continue to keep our sanity or simply let go of it.
Some other people let go in many ways. Some may simply resign themselves to fate and let it pass, others assume they couldn’t possibly live in such a state and simply pass on life.
But I have discovered an interesting way to hope and make it a kind of exercise, well not the type that’ll build your biceps or give you that much desired six-pack, but one that will build your character and may even serve as fuel to inspire you to life and to live!
Life can be meaningful when there’s something to hope for, and even when we don’t eventually get those things atleast it would be said that we lived hoping to get those things.
Taking one’s life just because hope was dashed to me means ‘chickening out’.
In the early days of HIV, many who were diagnosed as having the disease (having seen the pictures of those who were in the terminal stages) simply took their lives while ‘Magic’ Johnson on the other hand decided to ‘live’, and today while being kept alive by ‘antiretrovirals’, there’s increasing hope for a cure and you would bet he’d be among the first to get it once those drugs hit the shelves!
Numerous examples abound out there about people who have gained lots from hoping, sometimes not necessarily because the thing they hoped for materialized but mostly (like in the case of Magic Johnson) because they live(d) a better life while in hope.