Allure of Hope

Hope produces a deepened desire, an aching waiting.
Now isn’t that a new way of looking at hope? I’ve always thought that to hope means to clasp one’s hands in anticipation, with limpid eyes looking heavenward. That would be a picture of serene, peaceful and stillness.
But locking my thoughts onto my experiences, I’ve always been impatient, restless, aching for things I’m waiting for, desire deepening as time passed. I put it down to my character, to my impatience of waiting for things to happen.
Disappointment, betrayal, confusion. Over and over again.
It is not the dream itself that is the point. The point is how the dream opens up the weary heart.