Hope. People love to hope. It's an incredibly comforting emotion. With hope we can feel safe in a war zone and strong when we're weak. With hope, desperation can be lessened and our spirits lifted. Yes, we love to have something to hope for, even, and in fact especially, if it's indistinct.
So, I ask you, what you hope for? What you want for your life? Now, I truly believe most of what you hope for will have something based in another two emotions. Happiness and Love.
We hope for both. We strive for both. We pursue both. Love and happiness. With hope we long for them. But the audacity of hope is not that it leads us to them, but that it holds us back in it's comforting paternal arms. We sit and we hope for things from On High and Hill. But only in the pursuit of happiness, and the cultivation of love can we find them.
So, I ask you, what you hope for? What you want for your life? Now, I truly believe most of what you hope for will have something based in another two emotions. Happiness and Love.
We hope for both. We strive for both. We pursue both. Love and happiness. With hope we long for them. But the audacity of hope is not that it leads us to them, but that it holds us back in it's comforting paternal arms. We sit and we hope for things from On High and Hill. But only in the pursuit of happiness, and the cultivation of love can we find them.
Only in freedom, can we pursue happiness, and chase, guard or court whatever, or whoever, we love. If we choose to surrender to hopes of manna from heaven, and angels with penicillin halos. Hopes of unity and cohesion, we surrender our freedoms. There may be strength in unity, but through strength someone gains power. There may be victory through that strength in unity, but through victory chains can be shackled. And when we're shackled and clinging to hope, we no longer try. We no longer try break free, because hope has us confined in its warm caress. Wrapped in bandages of longing, so tight we can't move. We no longer pursue, because we fear to lose the hope promised by cohesion. We fear to leave the safety of the collective That is the audacity of hope. The audacity to steal freedom with its winning smile and silver tongue.
We can't always cling to our hopes and dreams, sometimes we've just got to let them go and follow them. This is my motivation. What leads me to the decision that I must pursue a world where all can chase their own happiness. This for the loves and fears of my life. For the loves and fears of their lives. For the loves and fears of the individual, not the lust and mass hysteria of the collective. I have been told as a single being I can make no difference, but this is not true. Because I know and love many single beings, who know and love many more. It will spread. Once awoken to the message, one cannot return to the chains.
So in closing, I speak to those who are awake. I ask that you do not let the assaults on freedom harden you. Do not let the jeers of those who are asleep dissuade you. The Revolution will succeed because we love.
We can't always cling to our hopes and dreams, sometimes we've just got to let them go and follow them. This is my motivation. What leads me to the decision that I must pursue a world where all can chase their own happiness. This for the loves and fears of my life. For the loves and fears of their lives. For the loves and fears of the individual, not the lust and mass hysteria of the collective. I have been told as a single being I can make no difference, but this is not true. Because I know and love many single beings, who know and love many more. It will spread. Once awoken to the message, one cannot return to the chains.
So in closing, I speak to those who are awake. I ask that you do not let the assaults on freedom harden you. Do not let the jeers of those who are asleep dissuade you. The Revolution will succeed because we love.
1 comment:
It's quite funny, how the human mind tricks itself in such a way. If we have hope, our struggle seems lessened, so we, as a result, struggle less, and get nowhere. I've encountered it myself within many facets of life, and, in reflection, it always seems like someone's trapped in a corner because they have faith in some hypothetical Deus-Ex Machina. It just goes to show how hope tricks people into thinking they can't change anything themselves, but leaves them waiting for someone else to make it happen instead. And we need to wake up and see that hope is, in a sense, a blindfold over the eyes of ambition.
Anyway, this is an apt post you have here, Al - I got a fair bit out of reading it.
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