Hope should be the last thing to die. I often persist only to eventually surrender, and Hope spurns my effort to press it into form, to make it logical and linear and tidy. It cannot be confined in nice neat chapters. Rather it weaves itself like an essential thread through thoughts and experiences that speak of the human condition. It is not the only thread of existence, simply a vital one.
Hope irks many professionals.
We are trained to know . To not know is to risk incompetence. Yet to embrace hope is to accept not knowing , to accept that, thankfully, each and every human being is capable of being an exception to the statistics we use to predict survival. I like dishes that all match. I hang my clothes from dark to light.