Hope fills your chest or sits in the back of your mind, urging you forward with anticipation.
Hope may be ludicrous or a possibility, yet the feeling you feel is the same.
We went to a private viewing of the Modern Masters of the Hermitage and the guide told us that at the turn of last century (1900), people were full of hope. The hope for the future, the exciting time of possibilities infiltrated the art, and that was why the masters used the bright yellows and painted their representations of the world with pink or blue hues. It is a very joyous collection, and that feeling is passed on to the viewer. (So if you haven't seen it yet, make sure you go, if only for the Kandinsky's).I was thinking that at the turn of the century, moving into the 2000's, we didn't have the same hope and enthusiasm for the state of the world. We were on edge, slightly jaded in achievements and quite the opposite feelings to those of possibility. How have we done this? Why have we messed it all up so much?
Hope is one of the under-rated human emotions. If you have it, don't let people dismiss it. Avoid their attempts to kill it with bleak realism. Tend it like a precious flower and let it bloom. Maybe nothing will change except your outlook. See the world around you hued in pinks and bright yellows. Though maybe, if you chase hard enough, something wonderful will happen.
“Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'...”
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