I wrote a blog post last week. And I rewrote it several times. I even touched it again a few times this week. The post is entitled “The Animosity of Hope”. I actually originally made it to post on inauguration day. But I haven’t posted it…
The meat of the entry is that holding on to hope can be one of the most destructive things in life. My example, using my own life, is that when you are unemployed and looking for work in an “educated” field, getting nibbles and the occasional interview keeps you hoping that you’ll find work in the field of your choice, all the while your savings are vanishing and your credit cards get filled up and common sense tells you that you should go out and find a job, any job, because if you hold on to hope too long you are just going to end up messing up your financial future. And face it, a person’s finances touch everything else in their lives. While people surely can be happy with less, its hard to be happy under a mountain of debt and creditors beating down your door.
I haven’t posted that entry because no matter how many times I have rewritten it, and no matter how true I feel that message is, I can’t seem to really tell it, beyond the quick summary above, without the page being filled with venom and spite. Animosity.
Sadly, I still have hope… but what I need is a job… maybe this week I’ll have both.