To the ruffled,
We never really know that we are being hopeful until we find ourselves distraught, crashed under the weight of our own expectations and wondering where we went wrong. The wonderful world of wonder is one we build around our beliefs and perceptions. Our vision, limited to seeing things as we are, constructs real abstractions everywhere we see.
In this way the mind is its own worst enemy. The same power it uses to shape reality it also uses to distort. And, given that reality is only a series of abstractions we have agreed upon, then the truth of hope remains the most complicated as the heart wants what the heart wants.
And desire has always been our master.
The pursuit of desire must always be earnest. To pursue while holding back is to leave oneself open to regret. To leave the question “what if I had given it my all?” unanswered, creating room for doubt, a fear based monstrosity which eats slowly at everything around it until it is the only thing left.
Rather than fight with hope then, the answer might be to work on putting things back together. To perfect the art of making your heart whole once more. To learn to trust that no matter how hard you hope, you will survive to hope again.
Stitching away,
M.
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