I have been really angry with hope lately.
I felt like hope has let me down so many times. Like hope is a big set up for disappointment.
I would still hear so many people talk about hope… And I knew it served a purpose for people in nazi concentration camps… It just wasn’t for me.
Except for the little piece of me that knew there was something to it I’ve been missing.
And lately I think I have figured part of it out.
Hope can save you (no surprise there, as that’s how the people survived the concentration camps).
But how? What purpose does it serve exactly?
If there is hope for the future, it calms you into believing things will get better. Things do get better. Everything is changing all of the time.
I do know this, but I have a hard time figuring out where hope plays its role.
And then I realized…I was using hope on other people instead of me.
I was hoping this person would change, or hoping that person would see the light.
It’s always devastating when you focus on others more than yourself. Even when it comes to hope.
This is another reminder for me that the only thing we have control over is ourselves (and sometimes even that is lacking).
I’m going to keep working on this one, I’ll keep you posted as I figure pieces out. If you have any thoughts you would like to share to help me sort it out, please do. You can post in the comments section or email me at jodi@starpasser.com.
Until then, let’s hope this will all make sense soon.