Let It Go

There is something about hope that allows us to keep moving. Hope that the one you love will defy the odds and miraculously be healed from a deadly disease, hope that someone you care about cares about you in the same way and that someday it will all be revealed in a magical song and dance number, hope that the future holds much better things than the past, hope that the magic diet Dr. Oz is promoting is actually the one that will work this time.... Life oozes of false promises leading to false hope. When examined in the inner workings of a person experiencing pain in some form, false hope is a mere coping mechanism. I've written about things that I believe our brain does to safe guard us from going crazy and feeling more pain than we can handle, and I've come to realize recently that false hope is one of those things. Life presents itself as a glass waiting to be filled with wonderful experiences and joy, but quickly becomes a heap of broken shards. These shards are seemingly easy to sweep up, but some of those shards are always left on the ground, invisible to the eye, but never to the feet. Shards are lodged into our feet, but there is always the hope that it's the last shard left. 

There comes a time when you realize that you've been living under false pretenses for some time. It's all fine and dandy for a while when all that you really need is the prospect that something is happy, hopeful and jolly jelly bean sugar sweet. Then you are finally strong enough to remove the blinders, and realize you've been on a rollercoaster of false hope for a long time, and you want to say "Peace out" to the ride. Sometimes false hope is the only hope you have. And it's okay to have false hope for a while because let's face it, sometimes we just need it. There's also a time when it's okay to let it go. 

Let it go.