Hope

Dear Blog,

My dear friend over on Xanga wrote a post recently, and it made me think about something I hadn't thought about in a long while. You see, this past summer I realized how much of a menace hope is. Hope breeds disappointment. If there were no hope for something better, than no one would be disappointed when they tried and failed. No one would even try. People would be satisfied with their lot in life, they'd have no reason to complain or to want what they can't have. But they'd also have nothing to fight for, and maybe even nothing to live for. Because without hope the world would be a dismal place. I guess it's like picking the lesser of two evils: a world with no hope, and therefore no disappointment, no need to fight for something or believe in anything, and therefore no need for passion. Or a world filled with passion and wants and deep regrets and sorrow. Perhaps this blog is truncated by the fact that we don't have a choice. Despite getting shot down, hope springs eternal, right? And of course you get shot down, metaphorically speaking, and you claim you won't get back up. This is the last time, you tell yourself. Yet just like that song, you get knocked down, but you get up again.

Maybe we should all fix ourselves a whiskey sour and try to be content on the floor.

P. I. Staker