Hope is dumb
hope is a word for the weak and resigned…
Often, I hear people discussing their ‘hopes’ in a fashion I find eerily similar to how we speak of the departed; they speak from a source of sentimentality, blind optimism, habituated reverence, and spiritual angst. Hope accomplishes nothing; it is an empty wish without an agent and/or agency. It acts like an anesthetic or an analgesic for those who fear and refuse to confront reality – those who refuse to take action or assert themselves. Hope is a vacation-land where the weak and resigned seek refuge; a retirement home for those who have ended or surrendered their wills, passions, and pursuits, settling to live vicariously through the lives and stories of others (those who don’t require hope)… Hope is what we cling to when we lack experience and or knowledge, it is a sort of celebrated ignorance. Like religion for people in prison, hope is all that’s left for the disenfranchised and dispassionately bereft.
