I do my best thinking when I lay down for bed. The other night I found myself thinking about hope and how we all need it. I thought about how some folk have disdainfully comment about "irrational hopes" and look down their noses at those who acknowledge they have hope.
The hope may be financial, spiritual, regarding health, or in any number of other areas. The area is less important than having the hope itself.
When we don't have hope, we cease to function healthily. We can literally (in certain circumstances) "hopelessness" ourselves to death.
Depression is often a nasty result of losing one's hope. We sink further and further into a morass that can see no end to pain and suffering...no change for the better sometime in the future.
Having hope helps us endure. Hope can give us motivation. Hope can inspire us, and with hope, we can see that positive changes are possible. To paraphrase, "Keep the hope, baby!"
