An innocent evil called "Hope"

Abstract

| have a feeling. It doesn’t bereave me even in my deepest of adversities. Sometimes | despise it for betraying me, misleading me and even hurting me, but still most of the time | crave for it as a falling man does even for a flaming rope. It is the essence of most of our lives, a fuel to our tomorrow. It is naive, simple maybe even bordering on stupid, but still keeps us going; when the going gets tough. It creates a true sense of despair on_ its departure, but still returns to bring about smiles to our mundane faces. This feeling is called Hope. The basic agenda of hope is the provision of consolation in the face of hardship. It acts as a tranquillizer to our perturbed mind when we are faced with a problem. Its credibility might be questionable, but not the meaning. Hope is an asylum, safe haven behind whose walls you can summon any amount of strength to deal with your problems. It is ironic though that many times these walls are made of paper, we do not need to realize that. More often than not hope is a mirage. But it is the presence and not its perseverance that matters to us. Even a shadow to a lonely person on a long walk can provide company.