Hope
In relation to the Sept. 22 blog:
When Pandora opened her box and released all misfortunes on mankind, she also released Hope; that without which man would fall into despair in the face of all sorrow. Hope is what we hold on to and what holds us down in the tempest. In other words, it is what keeps us from going insane or falling into extreme depression.
As humans, our instinct and sense of self preservation compels us to hold onto this hope with all our might, and, as we see in the myth of Pandora, that is usually the right thing to do, but we should also know when it is actually more prudent to cut the anchor lose and allow the current to drag us away.
Most of the time, the best thing is to hang onto something with all your might and weather the storm, but when you find yourself left with the desolation, you start thinking that you would have been better off letting go and taking your chances with wherever it is the current will wash you ashore.
I have dragged my anchor everywhere and for the past couple of years, it has proven to be a great foundation, but now that the tide has receded and everything seems to be coming full circle, I’m begining to think that I should have just let the tide carry me away.
Then again, I probably wasn’t strong enough to cut the chains of the anchor anyway. My sense of self preservation was too strong and the alternative of spiraling into the black hole of despair isn’t exactly appealing.
But in the darkest night, any light, even the faintest, will still dispel the gloom. Would that have been the better decision?
Am I making any sense?
