Here's the thing. Hope is a double-edged sword. It's sharp enough to cut through the bushes and thorns of loneliness. It's so strong to push through the ceiling so that the ray of light can come and shine in. Nevertheless like other weaponries, it's dangerous. It's too sharp that you will find yourself sliced in some parts after using it. It's also heavy enough for you to keep on carrying. Having those choices, which one lures people the most, the benefit you may get or the pain you may suffer?
In my opinion, a never-failing hope is none existence. In some part of the way, you may find that the things you expect the most will fail you. It gives you a bliss when you know there is a possibility of getting what you want. But at some point the sweet fruit turns sour. Some thinks it's just a form of a test to spice things up and to culminate the joy when the hope is fulfilled. It generates the sense that the wait is worthwhile. But does the spikes and hurdles that stumble us along the path of hoping can mean that it's not worth hoping? That it's time to stop? Or perhaps hope is just a temporary mechanism to help human passing through some period of time and after some time has passed, yet the hope still unfulfilled, the new set of hopes are made just to pass through another moment? Then can we say that hope is virtual or just a "quasi" sort of things? Well, it's up to you to interpret whatever vibe the universe is sending you through the expectations and the clues that circles around the hope you're having. For me, I'm done hoping.
-LSy-