Hope is the fortitude that resists the current flowing to the mundane and vapid. Hope rises above the current and aims for dreams newly born and not yet quantified. Hope is not confined to time limits or statistics or realities, for it is an aspiring sensation from deep within the heart. Hope is the perennial fuel for ambitions, not yet mechanized into spreadsheets and deadlines and paperwork. Hope does not have to be rational or good, it only has to exist for its power to be manifested.
Or at least that is what I hope.
I do not know if I agree with this post but I do know that it seems not to matter.