Every morning the sun rises. My upstairs bedroom window faces opens on the west side of the house, so what I get it reflected light. But it still lets me know that the day is rising up like a phoenix to begin again. It reminds me how when I went to bed the night before, I still had hope: hope for a brighter day, hope of a new tomorrow, hope that everything would be okay after all.
I am beginning to think one can live too much in hope. You see, hope is something that is always "out there", just beyond the horizon. It is not a real thing. It can bolster you up and make you want to carry on, but it is not real. Hope can be just an illusion. At the risk of sounding a bit jaded, I am giving up hope.
Okay, maybe that is an overstatement. I am not giving up hope. There is always hope. As I write this blog, I am sitting out on my deck in the side yard. The sun is fairly high in a clear blue sky. It reminds me that hope can mean believing a better world can come out of a clear blue sky. I think that is even called "blue-skying". But really, it takes a little more.
I read our local morning paper online today. It was full of stories about dog bites. "Dog Bites are on the Rise!" "Man bite by Pit Bull Will Recover." "Dog Shot by Officer wi\ill Live." Mixed messages for sure. Dogs running rampant. Dogs going to restaurants with their owners. People taking their dogs into public spaces more. And there are more dogs in America than ever before. All of this gives me pause. It is a mixed message to be sure and leaves me to wondering what the world is coming to? Is it, forgive my trite phrase, going to the dogs? I hope not.
And there is the problem with hope.
Hope is not enough. I believe in hope, don't get me wrong. But the object of hope needs action. To get the hoped for results, one needs to rise up and move their feet. It worries me sometime when I see and hear of so many who have given up hope. Like the man who lives on the streets whom I wrote of yesterday or the cynical pundit on TV news who dwells only on the negative failures of our government and economy. There is always hope. But I believe we need to get beyond hope, use the inspiration of hope, the "audacity" as our current president put it, to make it happen.
So today I give up hope. I am going to live into the hope of a better day by moving to make it one. I am going to give up hope in hope of making it real. Let hope be my inspiration, not my dwelling place. Will it work? Well, all I can say is, I hope so.