Hope gives the anticipation of joy and light at the "end of the tunnel", hope reinforces the duality of existence, where we, like squirrels, rush in the wheel of samsara in pursuit from pain to happiness. Hope is an ancient drug that all of humanity has been addicted to. When the blissful dose of hope is exhausted, a break comes in the face of hopelessness and doom. Having lost hope, we hang in an eerie lack of support, as if plunged into an abyss from which there is no salvation.
Against the background of hopeless despair, when it seems that there is nothing more to lose, at some point detachment and calmness comes. The wall of hopelessness cracks a little, and through the thin gap, the light of nonduality begins to break through, a hint of the cold, unconditional happiness of enlightenment. But if the hopelessness was not total and all-encompassing, this cosmic crotch closes, the hopelessness and doom dissolve, and it comes again. And each time we cling to hope, like a thread of salvation in the unconditional chaos of infinity. It gives us "strength", meanings and incentives to live, act and develop.
Every day, every hour, every moment we live in hope for the best. All our lives we have been running beyond the horizon of happiness, which is moving away from us with the same speed with which we "approach" it. This running in place continues as long as we hope for something. This is our human nature to live for a non-existent future. Hope gives us the strength to run, but it takes away our cold truth.
A person may not notice this continuous hope for "tomorrow" as a fish does not notice water. Hope is the air of personality, without which it cannot exist. We live in dreams, constantly hoping that we are about to find a way out of the stuffy room of our current life situation. At some point we find this way out, and for five minutes we rejoice in "freedom." Then hope comes again, and we suddenly discover that we have entered another stuffy room, in which another duality of hope and doom reigns.
All achievements, all our interests, new acquisitions, expectations, purchases, everything is dictated by the hope for the best. We believe that after another purchase and after another achievement, we will finally begin to live, and we will live well. This is the voice of hope, fruitless promises of happiness that will never come, because in hope there has always been only a hint of happiness, but there has never been and never will be happiness in hope.
Hoping for something, we once again pull on the thread of hope a ball of despair, untangling which, instead of the promised happiness, we find hopelessness. After that comes a pause, an expectation that is "like death." And this pause lasts until we, for the hundred thousandth time, grab hold of another ball of hope. Successful people in our society are masters at finding these balls of hope in large numbers. They are capable of doing many things at the same time - that is, simultaneously unraveling many such tangles. And that makes sense. When the next ball is recognized as a dummy, despair and hopelessness are compensated by those balls of hope that have not yet been untangled. They give meaning to life. This is the "middle" path of a successful person.
At its core, hope is simply an experience that we perceive as a seed, an embryo of happiness. We quickly become attached to hope, and when it ends, we experience withdrawal. We project both hopelessness and hope onto our life as “real” events, forgetting that these are just experiences. This is voluntary self-deception. We begin to think and believe that our hope is some kind of real event that will happen to us by itself. Sometimes we do not seem to understand that the events of our life do not depend at all on hope and hopelessness, but on our “real” actions.
And so it can continue until it's too late, until health dries up and the walls are covered with green moss.
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Sometimes, hoping for a better life, we don't really want to change anything. We just love to hope, we love hope, we believe in it. We like to think about changes, about a new life. And doing something for these changes is completely optional.
Ultimately, no matter what improvements we plan and make in ourselves, they are all dictated by the hope for a brighter future. And the bright future will never come. The future remains somewhere in the future, and we live in a continuous "now", defending ourselves from the truth with the hope of a beautiful lie of a possible future.
The truth of the present moment is extremely dangerous to all our hopes. This truth - our existential fear of death, the fear of personality - to dissolve without a trace in an unconditional life without supports and limitations. And to avoid this enlightening dissolution, we cling to hope.
What are you dreaming about? What are you hoping for? What are you striving for? Enlightenment? Love? Money? Power? Prestige? Abilities? All this is hope, another way to escape from oneself, from life here and now. The theme of such illusions on progressman.ru is one of the main ones.
Perhaps in this place someone has already begun to think about getting rid of hope. And this - and this is her voice! Hope dictates this strange self-deception to us. Hoping to get rid of hope for the sake of a better life is tantamount to wanting - to get rid of all desires, is tantamount to suicide in order to somehow "fix" your life. This is a pursuit from oneself, in order to catch up with oneself. No one really sincerely wants to kill hope. And if he thinks that he is talking about the murder of hope sincerely, then most likely he does not understand what he is talking about.
What, then, is there to hope for? There have not been and never will be any answers. We live in a world of hope. Here everything happens according to such laws. We are all steadily moving towards a way out of the duality of hope and hopelessness, simultaneously falling into all possible extremes, so that when we are fed up with them, the “way out” of these extremes is no longer perceived as a fatal, inevitable hopelessness. But in general, here, in this life, everything is even nothing. This is the voice of hope.
