Hope is a dangerous thing. It drags around with it Disappointment, wherever it goes. When Hope is done with you, it throws Disappointment at you. Disappointment is a 100 kg bag of flour.
And so there you lie, under that huge bag of flour wishing you never let Hope in. Wishing you could reverse time.
But Hope is a sneaky one. Time and again it tricks you and infiltrates your life. And exits it by throwing that huge bag of flour at you. And you wonder; what did I ever do to Hope to deserve this? Hope is ruthless.
And the absolutely worst thing of all is that Hope is what keeps us alive.