maybe we still can
"You don’t really know how high your hopes have gotten", Alix Harrow says, "until you watch them plummeting earthward."
You never realize how much you still believed in something, until you're struggling to find the strength to still believe in anything.
Not all hopes float, contrary to popular belief. Some shatter. Some fall. Some break. Many sink.
Perhaps it shouldn't come as a surprise to us really. Hopes are fragile and haphazard. Hope carries a weight.
The weight of all our desires and ideals. The girth of our expectations and all we aspire the world to be. The grasping at the ungraspable-grasp-less-ness of everything.
Maybe somewhere in the process of hope's crash landing, maybe somewhere in the aftermath, in the wreckage, maybe somewhere in the fire and debris, we discover something in us that makes us lighter and stronger than we ever thought we could be.
Maybe hope doesn't float. Maybe it can't ever fly or soar. But, maybe we still can...
"[H]ope", Nick Cave says "is optimism with a broken heart”.
ICAD - Day 160 - 163
I fell into these and floated through them in safety. Beautiful.
Was talking about Nick Cave with friends only yesterday. His quote got me... very poetic. I have a question, here, how do you mix the AI in your work? I read about it a few posts ago but still don't get it.