Thanks. You too. (I'll have a load of work at the job but it will be fine.)

I often come back to the different forms that hope can take, esp. with different ages. Young people's hope is about them and the world, about looking forward, nourished by a lot of energy. The hope of the old (or older) is different: There is a form of hope that arises exactly when the experience of failure sets in. In this hope the difference between oneself and the world seems sharper, and with it the relief that, thanks heaven, the world is not the same as one's life, so it doesn't have to be about one's personal fears and outlooks. The complexity and the age of the world comes more to attention, and that things will turn out well exactly because they no longer need to be about oneself.

I find this hope of the older folks quite different from that of the younger people who haven't failed yet and didn't have that experience. And likewise, older people should connect to this "other" hope, for one in order not to be a leecher on the young (quite cringeworthy to see), and to feed the young in their despair about the world for the other.

In that sense, I'm not "against" hope as my esarlier post may have suggested. In that earlier context, I spoke of the absence of hope, and the needlessness of hope.

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