Have you ever consoled somebody with “don’t worry, everything will be alright” or “things will workout – don’t give up hope” and felt a sense of utter emptiness in your words, no matter how well intentioned they were? That you were trying to impose a fabricated, highy improbable fairy tale that nobody – not least the person in pain - was buying into?
We’ve all been there. Even looking back on our dark nights of the soul – was it really hope that kept us alive?
Hope is defined as ”the general feeling that some desire will be fulfilled; to intend with some possibility of fulfillment.”
Don’t get me wrong. In the battle between despair and hope, I will fight to death for the latter. They don’t call me an optimist for nothing. Hope is beautiful, uplifting, inspiring and a mesmerising image of what could be.
However, inherent in the definition of hope is the notion of some nebulous, unpredictable future tense. And this is what makes is so fragile – prone to easily crumbling to the vagaries of our circumstances, thoughts, moods and emotions.