Hopepunkt
“Man always desires and hopes for something he cannot understand. No human desires and hopes are ever absolutely clear and distinct and precise, but always contain an idea of confusion, always refer to an object which is conceived confusedly. And for that reason and no other, hope is better than pleasure, because it contains that indefiniteness which reality cannot contain.” - Giacomo Leopardi
“There's no hope.”
Shut up. You're not talking about hope. Your ignorant misunderstanding of what hope actually is exposes your pessimistic attachments—a safety net for not taking risks, coupled with the special-feeling high you get from thinking you're unique for knowing how fucked everything is. What a doomer/loser game. In fairness, your misunderstanding is just a reaction to another fool...
“Never give up hope.”
Yes, your statement is true—if you were actually talking about hope. But you're not either. You're talking about naive optimism: a certainty that a specific good will occur, a toxic positivity that blinds you from the reality you're too terrified to face. The darkness that your false light cannot illuminate will not disappear just because you look away.
Listen, fools. Stop these games. Hope, like good art, offers no certainty. It’s an adventure—shouldering a nostalgia for a past that didn’t happen and a future that can never be known, only felt. Hope is a holy spell, a tunnel of light carrying you forward, a confidence impossible to gain from worldly pursuits.
It’s best to keep pessimism and optimism for what’s discernible, sayable, and sublunar. What you really seek is something else entirely.
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