Hope is Immortal

I tried to kill it, but I couldn't. 

In order to prepare for my rejection letter to a certain undergrad university on the west coast, I tried to convince myself that I will get rejected to dampen the despair when I get the real rejection letter. However, no matter how hard I tried, I just could not put away the thin ray of hope for acceptance. 

Immortal, 

Hope is immortal. No matter what happens, we will always yearn for something we do not have, whether it be material or mental. Even when we deprive ourselves of hope, even when we empty our minds, can we really put away the tingly sensation that flutters around like a butterfly in the back of our minds?

Photo by Ray Hennessy on Unsplash.

but insubstantial. 

While we cannot kill hope, hope doesn't really have any real impact on our three-dimensional life. They are mere butterflies, after all. Even if hope fly to us heads on, we will barely be able to feel its impact. If we try to catch hope, we will probably injure their fragile wings and squishy bodies. 

They can't help us. We can't help them. 

So, what is the point? 

For decoration. 

If our life is a landscape, we have trees, rivers, mountains, and valleys. Our personality shapes our landscape. A calm person resides on isolated, but permanent landscape. A fickle person floats on top of ocean waves. Either way, the general landscape won't change. 

Landscape is like DNA. 

We are born with it. We are born to live in it. Maybe CRISPR cas9 can alter it, but it generally remains permanent within our brief lifetime. 

Art from Steins;Gate.

Hope dances. 

Butterflies dance in the sky, land on flower petals, and lift off again. They appear in front of our eyes, but then sneak away from our sight, like a light show. Without them, life would be barren. With them, life has motion. 

Excitement. 

Hope may not be the best thing to play with. Chasing after hope may be fruitless. Examining hope may mess with our limited eyes and minds. But nevertheless, hope is something that dances, something that changes, something that moves our otherwise barren landscape. 


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