I am not here to glorify failure or justify its necessity but I would like to take a pragmatic standpoint to pacify the satisfaction starving heart of my life. It is to be understood that whenever I talk about life I do not want to associate it with only the big things.
So what I wish to describe here exactly lies in the understanding on the irony of hope. Why am I mentioning irony with hope? I know it is highly surprising and puzzling at the same time. What exactly is hope? We all have hopes or had hopes at one point of our life. We expect the best results that will wash away all the negatives that are pushing us back in our bid to move forward in life. Hope is a just a state of mind. No matter how many times we try to adjust the feelings in order to satisfy the purpose of hope it will always remain inside our mind. What I meant here is that hope never reveals itself.
My life has always been a pocketful of hopes until they get shattered by the realities of life every time. Whenever I try to understand why was I not satisfied with anything that I get in life, I am always baffled by a strange mystery. I am unusually unsatisfied with whatever I do. As if I have something inside me that forces my results to turn out below my expectations. Then I realized that it is my expectations that always change when I reach the point where hope is supposed to have successfully reached its final destination. Then I again start hoping in a different way. Let me give you my example. When at first I didn't have a job I always hoped that if I just get a job (no matter what) everything will be alright for the rest of my life. But after getting that I realized that my expectations have changed and then I begun to hope for something better than that. An endless train of hopes and expectations appeared.
Thus where I thought I found victory resulted in nothing but a failure. It's ironical because each victory I tasted was just the beginning of a failure of my new expectation. Maybe there is beauty in it. Who knows? Or maybe this is the unreachable destiny which is keeling me alive.
So what I wish to describe here exactly lies in the understanding on the irony of hope. Why am I mentioning irony with hope? I know it is highly surprising and puzzling at the same time. What exactly is hope? We all have hopes or had hopes at one point of our life. We expect the best results that will wash away all the negatives that are pushing us back in our bid to move forward in life. Hope is a just a state of mind. No matter how many times we try to adjust the feelings in order to satisfy the purpose of hope it will always remain inside our mind. What I meant here is that hope never reveals itself.
My life has always been a pocketful of hopes until they get shattered by the realities of life every time. Whenever I try to understand why was I not satisfied with anything that I get in life, I am always baffled by a strange mystery. I am unusually unsatisfied with whatever I do. As if I have something inside me that forces my results to turn out below my expectations. Then I realized that it is my expectations that always change when I reach the point where hope is supposed to have successfully reached its final destination. Then I again start hoping in a different way. Let me give you my example. When at first I didn't have a job I always hoped that if I just get a job (no matter what) everything will be alright for the rest of my life. But after getting that I realized that my expectations have changed and then I begun to hope for something better than that. An endless train of hopes and expectations appeared.
Thus where I thought I found victory resulted in nothing but a failure. It's ironical because each victory I tasted was just the beginning of a failure of my new expectation. Maybe there is beauty in it. Who knows? Or maybe this is the unreachable destiny which is keeling me alive.
