"I hate hope...Hope is the crystal meth of emotions, it hooks you fast and kills your hard."
-Jennifer Donnelly REVOLUTION
I hate hope. It crashes you from the clouds it lifts you on, and lifts you to the clouds you crash from. Hoping something will happen, hoping they'll notice, hoping the world will be a better place, hoping, hoping, hoping. It is pointless to hope if you don't take action. It is a do or don't world, there is no try. So hoping is stupid if there is no action behind it. Who is smarter, The man who hopes for gold to find its way into his pocket, or the man who works for the gold in his hand? The second man. He is not wishing, fantasizing on what will likely not become a reality, he is working to make it so. Hope makes me so frustrated. Getting your hopes up can be fun, and emotional high, a world of happy, full of possibility and excitement, but when you get your hopes up, you raise your expectations and the world sucks when it does not meet them; you end up sad and slightly pissed that life did not go the way you imagined it would. "What is the point of writing a script in my head if the other person gets their lines wrong?" Hope is pointless in day to day life, although sometimes it can get you through situations you would die from without hope. Cancer, war, and other horrid tragedy. Hope is, in a way life, but at the same time it is death. It kills you when things don't go your way, yet when nothing is going your way you have hope something will. It breaks you down, shatters your heart, and leaves you bleeding in the dirt, wondering what the crap happened. (Sounds like love, right?) I love you guys, and I hope even though I know there is a chance it does me no good. Ah, the naive have nothing on the informed moron. Stay Amazing.
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