I've been pondering hope lately. I haven't come up with very many insights, I'm afraid. I often wonder if I hope for too much in life . . . from life. Do I hope for too much from those around me? Do I hope for too much from myself? Is a hopeful person really just overconfident? You hope for something, expect it . . . does that make you delusional or a fool? And if someone stops hoping and faces a harsh reality . . . why do we call it "giving up hope?" Like they have somehow failed a test of character by giving up. Never, never, never give up, said the wise man. Well . . . aren't there times when we should give up?
Like I said, I don't have any insights. Only questions. And kind of depressing questions at that, now that I look at them. Maybe I shouldn't be so introspective, haha. I have been so full of hope for the near future, and one comment has me wondering if I'm just being foolish to expect so much to go well. Andy and I aren't the kind of people who expect life to fall into our laps; we've worked hard to build our life together. I'm not afraid of hard work--my parents taught me how to work. I'm just afraid of hard work ending in failure. Of wasted hope.