“She Called Out A Warning, Don’t Ever Let Life Pass You By…”

hope
v. hoped, hop·ing, hopes v. intr.
1. To wish for something with expectation of its fulfillment.
2. Archaic. To have confidence; trust.

It seems as though I’ve taken a page from my friend Jeff Comer’s book, in the thoughtful blog idea. I’ve always been intrigued by the concept of hope, and how much we strive to keep it, and how crappy our lives would feel without it. It’s amazing to me after numerous amounts of potentially horrible, life altering things that may happen in ones life that we are still able to hope for cliché ideas like ‘the best is yet to come’ and ‘good things come to those who wait.’ But how do we know? And if we happen to become lucky enough to obtain the objects of our hopes and desires, how can we continue to hope once we lose them? Where do we find the faith to keep hoping, and believing that things will get better? It just seems strange to me that we cling to something to unattainable, or possibly to something temporary and fleeting, as our hopes and desires obviously undergo a series change throughout our lives. I certainly don’t mean to suggest that I’m in any way against this concept myself, inevitably we all are, and I am of course conveniently side stepping the issue of religious faith because that is an entirely different issue and perhaps another blog regarding what I find odd about people’s beliefs.