Hating hope.
November 5, 2025•128 words
I might be starting to develop a love/hate relationship with hope.
On the one hand, being hopeful or maintaining and having hope is vital to my personal and spiritual growth.
As Maxwell puts it, “Hope is oxygen.”
And yet, along with hope, there comes expectations. Which is something trickier to manage. This is the danger zone for hope.
Unrealistic expectations driven by outrageous hope can easily crush one’s soul.
But it’s the more ubiquitous, cautious hope standing on plausible expectations that feels like a slow decay, each time it disappoints.
Each betrayal pulls the wedge between me and my hope a little farther apart. With each incident, it sinks a little farther down.
Sooner or later, a separation occurs
I hope it doesn’t come to that.
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