It’s not the pain that gets me, it’s the hope

Watching a movie a few weeks ago, there was a line in the movie that made me pause the remote, sit quietly for a moment and digest what I had just heard.

It’s not the pain that gets me, that keeps me from moving forward, it’s the hope. In grief, the pain becomes a constant companion. In hope, it’s not unusual to experience flickers and surges of hope that one day the fog will lift and life will look bright and promising and full of possibilities. Then, often the grief returns and sometimes it can make us feel just plain silly that we had the nerve to feel hopeful.

I am done with that! I don’t need hope to feel happy. I need a life full of wonderful people, things to do, places to explore. In a nutshell, what I need is freedom, not hope. And, I have a life full of the freedom to chose to do what brings me joy. So now all I hope for is that I will continue to feel free. So far, it’s looking like I am entering the best time of my life!

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