"Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blessed.
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rest and expatiates in a life to come."
This was extracted from, An Essay on Man by Alexander Pope. The writer had a connotation of the concept of life after death, but I've always believed a word can be viewed different every time you read it, that being said I will interpret it.
Our hearts are filled with despair and hope; endless, vast amounts. They originate from our hearts; a spring. Human kind, our race is abundantly enviable we don't discern it. Alas, we are never content. We have our comfort zones, our safe havens that we wish to never retreat from yet we don't value or cherish them. Life forces us to relinquish them at some point.Then and only then do we long for our harbors. Our asylums. But in due course with hope and humility we fathom the significance of the change and we begin to adapt and rest tranquilly.
Hope is an ambiguous topic. An ambivalent matter. You need to set hope against hope in order to enhance it, endure it. I believe there is a thin line between hope and despair. Despair is generated from the absence of faith whilst hope is evolved from the presence of it. What is the median between hope and despair? Those who hope aspire, they aspire to become. Does that mean that despair is associated to individuals who lack aspiration. What if they've been disheartened to a point where they no longer had faith, they no longer had a reason to be.
To hope one must firstly find faith from within. Faith to acknowledge and sincerely believe that even the deepest wounds heal with time. Despair lies within each of us as does hope. We choose which to polish and showcase and which to conceal and camouflage.