Hope is a thing with feathers, so they say. Hope will help lift you up even when reality doesn’t want to. While I tend towards cynicism, I have a huge amount of hope. So much hope about the future, about the innate goodness of people. I’m keeping this hope alive and maybe someday it will turn into faith.
What is the difference between hope and faith? Hope is a seed, faith is a garden. Hope just has to stay alive. Even if everything looks terrible, It can keep you going. Faith is more about a deep innate knowledge that things will work out. There is less uncertainty with faith.
My hope for this year is we are finally, finally done with COVID. But reality is not giving me much to keep this hope alive. So then I transfer this hope that we learn to live with this disease, and can still enjoy life almost as much.
I was talking to my son today that it wouldn’t surprise me if we were all wearing masks for the rest of our lives. Maybe not all the time, but it would a new norm. That he would be telling his children about the olden days when there were no masks and they’d be amazed.
Even though my son is a great mask wearer, doing it when no one else is, he still gave me a withering look.
“No I refuse to accept this.” He said. “I will not be telling me children anything like this.”
And that, my friends, is hope.
My hope for this year is that I can find my passion. I know it’s there somewhere. I’m reading about Sartre and existentialism, which some view as a dismal philosophy. What I do like about it is the way it takes on how to decide what to do in a potential immoral universe. And the main message is to keep trying, to keep choosing and trying to figure things out.
I have so much hope that people will figure things out about climate change, about war, about hunger and illness. I have done my part on figuring things out about illness, but maybe it’s time to take on a new challenge, to keep the energy alive.
I’ve been spending vacation time with my best friend, and what’s beautiful about her is her liveliness. Sometimes I think she is the most alive person I have ever met. She reminds me of the existential philosophers I’m reading about in her striving to question everything. She helps keep my hope alive.
Lastly, there is my family, whom I love dearly. They give me hope and they give me faith. I believe in them utterly. That is really an amazing feeling.
This past Christmas the entire family was together for the first time in two years, and we did all the usual family things like have Christmas dinner, decorate the tree, exchange presents. But we did all this in Hawaii and we did distinct family things, like gathering fruit from neighbors’ gardens, go to libraries, hike up 10,000 foot volcanoes (almost 20 miles). Those kinds of memories give me hope, because they are what we all strive for in life.
— siobhan
What is the difference between hope and faith? Hope is a seed, faith is a garden. Hope just has to stay alive. Even if everything looks terrible, It can keep you going. Faith is more about a deep innate knowledge that things will work out. There is less uncertainty with faith.
My hope for this year is we are finally, finally done with COVID. But reality is not giving me much to keep this hope alive. So then I transfer this hope that we learn to live with this disease, and can still enjoy life almost as much.
I was talking to my son today that it wouldn’t surprise me if we were all wearing masks for the rest of our lives. Maybe not all the time, but it would a new norm. That he would be telling his children about the olden days when there were no masks and they’d be amazed.
Even though my son is a great mask wearer, doing it when no one else is, he still gave me a withering look.
“No I refuse to accept this.” He said. “I will not be telling me children anything like this.”
And that, my friends, is hope.
My hope for this year is that I can find my passion. I know it’s there somewhere. I’m reading about Sartre and existentialism, which some view as a dismal philosophy. What I do like about it is the way it takes on how to decide what to do in a potential immoral universe. And the main message is to keep trying, to keep choosing and trying to figure things out.
I have so much hope that people will figure things out about climate change, about war, about hunger and illness. I have done my part on figuring things out about illness, but maybe it’s time to take on a new challenge, to keep the energy alive.
I’ve been spending vacation time with my best friend, and what’s beautiful about her is her liveliness. Sometimes I think she is the most alive person I have ever met. She reminds me of the existential philosophers I’m reading about in her striving to question everything. She helps keep my hope alive.
Lastly, there is my family, whom I love dearly. They give me hope and they give me faith. I believe in them utterly. That is really an amazing feeling.
This past Christmas the entire family was together for the first time in two years, and we did all the usual family things like have Christmas dinner, decorate the tree, exchange presents. But we did all this in Hawaii and we did distinct family things, like gathering fruit from neighbors’ gardens, go to libraries, hike up 10,000 foot volcanoes (almost 20 miles). Those kinds of memories give me hope, because they are what we all strive for in life.
— siobhan
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