on hope

Hope is a thread between us in the present, and the 'hoped-for' in the future. This thread is a good thing, even if the 'hoped-for' is delayed, deferred, or denied.

Sometimes, even when confronted with hard evidence that the hoped-for is unlikely, we hold on to that thread. Is this rational? If not, is that bad?

Perhaps this thread, trailing off into the future, connects us not just to the hoped-for, but to other things as well. All of our threads, braids of braids, converge on the future. Converging, they must touch other threads. Maybe the tug I feel is another's hope growing. Maybe it's someone's hope fading. Maybe, the hoped-for is a way that we learn to feel the movements in the thread.