I wonder if much of what we call hope isn’t a kind of hopeful guarantee that things will turn out in accordance with what we wish for and want. That’s more than often the case, I’m sure, but is that really hope, and are we fully conscious when we think like that? Surely hope is far bigger than that.
Inevitably it will always mean trusting in that which can and often does unfold and materialize beyond and even against our wishes and perceptions. Is it then possible that our wishes and wants might just get in the way of our hope as it seeks to unfold?
Image – My own