Pandora in Reverse

I hate Hope. I never understood why people always seem to think that Hope is the cure or the answer to some sort of tragedy. As though having Hope somehow cushions the fall. Hope has been in my opinion, is the very reason for man’s greatest tragedies. It’s all too simple, you don’t hope for anything, you don’t get hurt. So I have with great aplomb been trying to stuff Hope back into that chest the careless Pandora had opened. Stuff it and throw it into a sea attached to an anchor.

Sigh, but who knew Hope is a SOB who could swim?

Somewhere in the night, this blasted Hope had crept in underneath my covers and took refuge on the other side of my bed so that in the middle night when I rolled over it hugs me and I was hooked. Why is this happening??? I was fine. I was protected. I had my four walls and my four Elements and almost zero lack of interest in being proactive about my life. Then suddenly I get this feeling of like ice melting. So now I am stomping about being angry with myself for not being stronger about resisting the current change of climate. But then again can a mere man stop something so intangible as Hope. It would have been like me on my ownsome trying to stop a tsunami with a wooden shield.

Why is it the Universe always try to test your resolve? I say one thing and it immediately throws me a curveball and forces me to change my stance. How can I be a rock when I keep changing forms? Rocks don’t move. They get eroded after millions of years and then poof they become sand. I was ok with that. Does this make me a fickle flip-flopping bunny hopping person? Maybe it does but then again the only comfort I get is from Mr Wilde who tells me: Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative”. So at least I have that going for me. I gotta go now, I am taking Hope out for a walk. It’s driving me mad with its restlessness but I don’t really feel like going to the park. So we compromised, I would bring it out but only if I would do so with Hope firmly on a leash.