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Some thoughts on hope:
Hope deepens our love precisely because it does not have to be bound by experience.
Because hope always admits its uncertainty, it can be disappointed but never killed.
It is always open-ended. Expectation refuses to permit wonderings or doubt, and so it is closed off, final, and frozen. When an expectation is not met, it dies. Sometimes, with grace, hope is born from the rubble of dashed expectations. More often, the death is simply denied, reality is ignored, and another expectation — just as right and just as impossible — is forged.
Without some birth of hope, each remanufactured expectation is covered with a thicker coat of cynicism and paranoia. Expectation is brittle and can only be shored up by delusion, but hope is soft and willing to suffer pain…
Expectation, like efficiency, looks at the end of things, for goals and accomplishments. Hope, like love, looks to the beginnings, for promptings, longing, urgings.
Blessings, Kathi
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