Hope

Today, I had nothing to do. Well, truthfully I had nothing I really wanted to do. And so my father took it upon himself to drag us all to the Framingham Public Library... because I am forced to use my time wisely.

MORE TO THE POINT: driving by farm after farm, the signs began to blur. However, one in particular caught my eye (ow.). The sign read "Hopestill Reservation". Hopestill. Still hope. It got me thinking. What is hope?

Well, Webster's dictionary defines hope as: "The belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one's life" So still hoping is the relentless belief. But how long before one can't hope anymore?

When the cancer treatment doesn't work anymore? When the hurricanes and monsoons won't stop pounding your end of south-east Asian coast? When the rescue helicopters haven't showed up to pluck you out of the ocean where you have been patiently waiting for 4 days? I mean, I've noticed that humans have again and again exhibited the characteristic of being able to hope when ALL odds are against them. But at what point is it just not enough anymore?

I can't answer that question. The things that are important to me have never been pushed to the absolute limit... yet. I can only wish that when the time does come (because I do believe that this time comes in every person's life), I'll be able to work through it. I hope.