Big Rig, Brooklyn

Perhaps a better book would be The Audacity of the Confidently Unexpectant. Really, that's a book that might do someone some good. Hope runs amok. It tickles our dreams and pricks our pride and asks us to conceive of something so much more. It is, in actuality, the great smokescreen. Whether you get so much more is so far out of your control that to purposefully hope for its fulfillment is the ultimate red herring slipping down a slope to disappointment, Yes, but worse still, a violet water buffalo tripping down the up-escalator to non productivity. For it is in loss of hope that people give up. So hope, you see, is really the problem in the first place.

1 comment:

Handy said...

I completely agree. hope is totally negative