Hope and fear

Hope and fear go hand in hand, huh? You hope for something and then, there it is… fear. Fear that what you’re hoping for will not happen. Fear that it will all be destroyed. For some bizarre, out of your qualms of reality, fear always seems to trump hope. Why?

Maybe because it’s when you’re a kid it’s so much easier to believe that there actually is a monster in the darkness of your room. As much as you hope it’s not actually there, your childhood imagination is far too large and trumps it and you really believe this monster is very hungry… for you. Even when you turn on the light, your imagination just tells you the monster was very quick to hide somewhere. Why? Well because that’s just the way we think as kids.

So maybe that idea lingers with you into adulthood and you will always be afraid of the fast moving monster. Fear of things not happening will always somehow be greater than the hope for them happening. The ever so infamous line, “knowing my luck….” is perhaps really just an adult manifestation of, “the monster just hid fast but he’s still here… somewhere.”

But why? Is it because it’s so much easier to not expect something to happen? Because it hurts less when it doesn’t? Well, screw all that. Allow yourself for once the good feeling of pure and simple hope. Forget that make believe monster. Sit down in your chair, close your eyes, go back to your childhood room, turn the lights off, grab a knight’s sword (hey, kids imagination over here) and stab that monster. And then? HOPE. Hope away my friend. Just let all the hope you ever wanted to feel enter your thoughts and fucking hope…. And if thing’s don’t work out… don’t blame me. Maybe you just didn’t stab the monster deep enough.