2nd day of the month. I’m again compelled to write on my blog due to various reasons – the not-so-good weather, the patience-testing heavy traffic, and the long queue of people waiting to be sent off to their final destinations for the day = home (which I escaped since I was able to hitch a ride from my friend, yey). Ultimately, I just wanted to kill time in an acceptable manner, which is to express my thoughts in electronic paper, and (kind of) improve my communication and grammar skills in the process (or not, haha).
Today I want to brush on something that I’ve always been a fanatic of and have always driven my life in so many ways – Hope. They say that hope is a dangerous thing. I absolutely agree. I think it has placed me in very awkward and unfortunate situations most of the time. I also think that for the past 25 years, I have mostly misplaced hope on things or circumstances that would just leave me feeling broken, unwanted and miserable. Sometimes, I think it sucks to hope for too much. And yet I still want to hope.
Whatever feelings I may have towards hoping, and whether it may be transitory or not, I think I have to always choose to hope. However, I now realize the difference between hoping against hope and misplaced hopes. I now realize that hoping against hope isn’t necessarily a bad thing. But I think we have to assess whether our hopes are not misplaced – that is, if we are hoping for the right things. Only then will we be able to hope. And whether it is the really hopeful kind of hope or hoping against hope – it won’t matter that much anymore. I would rather hope than not hope at all.
So the big question is: What is worth hoping for? That’s for you to decide. 🙂
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