(dark) hope

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CaptureOne (dark) thought about hope
A darker side of hope:

HOPE is the most heinous of all evils as it portrays that there is a chance that things will change.

The etiology of hope pins its origin from Pandora’s box which she opened three times. The first time, war and deceit flew out before she slams the box shut. The voices inside ask her to release them, and she opens the box a second time — out come pestilence, apathy, drought and more. She shuts the box a second time. Finally, a small voice plead to that it is alone in the box and that it could help. She opens the box and hope emerges.
Perhaps, hope should be categorized like every other “evil” that same from the box? Perhaps the hope is not such a good thing?
In the movie The Shawshank Redemption, this warning about hope is iterated by Morgan Freeman’s character Red:

Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.


This is a difficult message for me to send. I was going to send it, but chickened out after having received a number of e-mails after the message one Monday from people asking for me to pray for them as they felt out of hope.
Nonetheless, I have decided to send it. I reason that you are an adult and I ought to treat you as such — lovingly, yet honestly.
With love,
rB

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