What if hope is a bad thing?

Remember when Pandora opened the box and released all evils that one thing remained inside? Hope, that's right. I know what you are going to say: That teaches us that there's a silver lining, sun shines after rain, etc. I thought so as well. Until recently.

But, what if hope is a bad thing?

Do you recall that toy you never got, the one you were dreaming of when you were a kid?

You were hoping you would get it? Until…you grew up.

Do you call to mind your first teenage love? It wasn't mutual, was it? Were you hoping that the addressee of your love would ever notice you?

Don't answer, I know what the answer is.

How about adulthood? The first death of a family member, especially if you were with them in their last days, watching them agonizing, knowing that you can't do anything to help them? You were hoping for a miracle, right? Did it happen?

Hope, most of the time, has no logical explanation. Your hope is based on your inability to handle your strong emotions, or a difficult situation, or your life. Hope gives you something to live for, but when the cruel future slaps you on the face, it gets even more painful. Hope is killing you little by little, eating your soul bit by bit, scarring your heart, taking away all the sense you find in your pitiful life.

Don't agree?

Let's hope I am wrong.