Every human being on the planet yearns for a better tomorrow.
The big questions have yet to be answered and we still lose sleep over them. Why do we exist? Who made everything? Do we have a purpose? What happens when we die?
The sometimes self imposed and other times crucial responsibilities of our every day lives leave us without little time to regularly ponder on those questions. By the time we get home we are too tired to get philosophical or experience a good ol’ fashion existential crisis. No. We want to consume whatever intoxicant is readily available and try to hipnotize ourselves to not think about the fact that we have to do it all over again tomorrow for a few hours.
And yet, in the whirling of mundane thoughs and ideas and desires, those questions remain there, almost like the high school kids that lean against a corner of the lunch room and watch the others from affar, witnessing the organized chaos that it is a high school lunch hour. The fact that we dont know why we do what we do, that everything is possibly worthless and meaningles (and then you die and cease to exist or even be rememberd, forever), sneaks in from time to time into our field of vision, filling us with the dread, once again, over the simple observation of what reality seems to be.
We yearn to know if the possibility of a better tomorrow is…. well, possible.
What if a well educated and elocuent person told you that, not only is a better tomorrow possible, it is guaranteed? In fact, those who know the secret that details how these developments will take place, will be able to spare themselves by following the instructions given. And it is all backed by credible data and leaders of the best reputations. Later on, after the “facts” begin to fall apart under severe scrutiny, and the lies become apparent, many of the people that followed the ideal and were swept by its promises will continue to believe fervently in the movement, and will make excuses to dismiss what is happening in reality; they are being conned.
Hope is powerful. Hope is a hundred times more potent than dopamine when it comes to getting us out of bed in the morning (my personal mathematical assessment and probably incorrect). Hope is the one thing that gets us to take one more step when you lost all your strength five steps ago. Hope is the thing that will get you to start over when you have failed many times before.
Hope is a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands.
We must be extremely critical of the people that promise a lot yet dont show much. Sometimes the idea seems so great that we convince ourselves of its veracity simply because we want it that badly to be an accurate representation of our tomorrow. Hope is a weapon, and I believe many governments and institutions (both religious and governemental) use this powerful feeling to effectively control masses and get them to behave in a way that is beneficial to their projects.
Hope is dangerous, like a drug.
Maybe its the realist (some would say pessimist) in me. Maybe I see hope as a curtain that doesnt let us see reality; or maybe we can see shapes and movements throuhg the thick draping but nothing that we could define well. I have seen first hand what it can do to people. It can crush them. It can get them to do things they wouldve never done in any other circumstance. It can get people abused, it can get people taken advanatage of, it can get people to break relationships with family and friends unnecessarily and long term. It can get people to become people that werent them before the promise of hope, of the tomorrow that they believe they deserve.
Take a hit. It will make you forget your struggle for a while.
Tomorrow will be better.