Fragments (hope)

'Hope, deceitful as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route. The words of François Duc de La Rochefoucauld and none too hopeful at that, the word hope carries with it many connotations, hope suggests that the state of things are not as we would like them to be, not as they should be, hope can convey a sense of last ditch delusion, the kind that comes with fistfuls of straw, hope can be forlorn, but hope can also be realised, hope can convey belief beyond reasonable means, hope can carry our dreams, our positivity and can cradle our very existence 'once you choose hope anything is possible', said Christopher Reeve as he lay broken in his bed, broken but not beaten, broken but not dead, hope is where dreams are made, hope is aspiration, we, its conjurers would never 'be' without it, any more than we would be without oxygen or water, hope, our fifth element, an invisible constituent, hope, our neighbour, our bed fellow and finally - but not last - hope; us