There’s a certain kind of hope, written on the sky. It’s defiant, never dies out. Men and animals lean on it, the weakest and strongest alike. But its a hope with a thick skin, known to be insensitive – to some. This is the hope for rain. One thing is for sure: it won’t ever die. It’s puzzling how no one is ready to give up on it.
On a good hopeful day, the sky is dark, rumbling with heavy mountains of clouds. Then it pours down, and dust is subdued back into the ground, where it belongs. This time, hope is vindicated. But good days hardly tarry long. A different day dawns, and yesterday’s mountanous hope is scattered afar into empty balls of fur. Cumulus.
Another not so good day on, the remains of hope are strewn into tiny pieces of feather, and blown all across the sky. Cirrus. Dust gathers and levitates without a care in the air.
As if not enough, another day dawns and the sky is ripped off. This time, its left faceless blue. There are no clouds, just a bare wilderness of blue. Worse, disdainful dust rises up and smears the sky brown. Now hope seems obliterated.
But not a chance. Hope is defiant. It won’t die yet. Men still look up, and hope against a brown sky that it will rain.
Hope is intoxicating
With zero proof, hope gives you the audacity to believe, and put down the heavy crown of worry. Hope, I should say, is intoxicating, and even a little unpractical, more subjective than objective.
I’ve stood on the dark, hopeless side, stared at the light in the other hopeful world, and I couldn’t accept that I need hope. Hope is too comforting, and life needs a little unsettling for motivation. Which is the stronger motivator – hope, or the lack of thereof?
I’m too often drawn to disillusionment than hope. I guess it’s easier to fake hope, and much harrowing to fake disillusionment. No one fakes sadness.
But what is life without hope? There are moments when nothing but hope can suffice.
I’m starting to realise that life needs something paranormal, intoxicating or counter-intuitive to ease off.
Pick your treat, but we all have to be drunk on something. Booze for some, faith for some, hope for some. In the end, we all have to ease off.
I hope I learn to be drunk with hope, without losing the drive for greatness.
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