Hope can be a wonderful beautiful thing…

But sometimes hope is one sneaky bastard.

Hope can keep you somewhere you don’t belong for too long.

“Maybe it’ll get better.”

“Maybe he’ll hear me this time.”

Sometimes in order to heal you have to let go of hope…

Sometimes you need to realize the current situation is exactly what it is at face value.

That there is no hope.

At first that can feel like a dark, sad realization

But eventually it becomes freeing.

Freeing you of unmet expectations.

Freeing you of disappointment.

Then the only choice you have is to move on and start over.

Only action. No hope. And sometimes that too can be beautiful.