You were looking for hope
were you not?
in your borrowed cape
of battered despondency.
You pursued it relentlessly.
Spent days and nights
chasing its sensuous silhouette.
Probably had perverted thoughts
of what you would do
if you managed to attain it,
only to realize
that hope was the tip of the
submerged iceberg of despair
that you mistook for a
lifeboat.
You tried jumping off the iceberg
did you not?
When you knew that
the humungous iceberg of hope
stood firm in the frigid ocean
of expectations.
You fell in the ocean
headfirst and almost drowned
in shock
and desire.
The shock of precipitancy
and the desire of
possibility.
You spluttered around,
tempted to come aboard the
now tantalizing iceberg
that again
looked like just a boat.
You got in the "boat"
did you not?
And the timekeeper sighed
as you reset,
while it left you
to move ahead,
calling to the Sun
that gave you benevolent warmth
and then
melted your provisional home.
Something happened then.
You remembered you'd done it
over and over,
and over,
many times over,
and jumped back into the ocean.
This time
determined to swim away.
You're swimming now,
are you not?
Your arms are tired,
your body almost
morphing into the swollen
meat you once devoured
ravenously;
but refusing to surrender.
The ocean is moving.
Waves that dragged you to
disguised iceberg tips
of hope
and euphoria
with the submerged bodies of
well-preserved monstrosities;
are now pushing you towards
the shore.
You can see the shore
can you not?
You're seeing it
without the eyes
shut fast against
the salty, intrusive water.
You've arrived,
have you not?
On solid ground
made of unpredictable surprises.
You've crossed the
only ocean you could
perish in.
Now,
You know,
and you don't need
to answer.
Image Courtesy: Tobias Friedrich: Icerock. The colossal underbelly of an iceberg captured by Tobias.
Hope is a concept that has long served as an anchor for humanity. Whether it be a theological virtue touted by religions to keep one from immediate discouragement when one is engulfed in suffering or in regular everyday conversations seeking to absolve another of their pain through it, hope is almost considered the poster boy of positivity, of moving on, of growth. Thus, of course, I decided to delve deeper into hope itself.
Turns out Oxford defines Hope as - "a feeling of expectation and desire for a particular thing to happen."
If you're on a path to explore spirituality or psychology, or have come across one of those mysterious reels with renowned spiritual leaders that keep popping up on your feed, you'll note a universal fact that is a prerequisite to happiness: letting go of expectations. This is personally an idea I have resonated with more, even though I may be far from completely integrating it into myself. In my healing journey, however, I've been blessed with a lot of hope from everyone who has connected with me. After such hopes crashed and burned several times in a short span, it was time to relook at this concept.
To look at it in pseudo-scientific terms (and please feel free to augment my limited grasp on this topic), let's revisit the concept of dimensions. Physicists look at dimensions as directions, or more precisely, as a pair of directions opposite each other and at right angles to other dimensions. Three easy dimensions we recognize from experience are length, breadth, and height. Fourth and fifth being time and space respectively (something you'd recall from the life-altering Interstellar). (And they posit that there could be at least 5 more.)
So if we were to categorize hope into one dimension and zero expectation/ freedom from expectation into another, they would be mutually exclusive. That is to say, since hope is based on the future fulfilment of expectation, a dimension where there is no expectation would be completely devoid of hope. Also, you'd probably need a higher ability to access the dimension of expectation in a way where you can reach a state of zero expectation. And here is where we want to differ from physics; these dimensions would be like "levels" in a video game, with an additive basis already gained in terms of experience or skills.
I started with "dimensions" as per physics because of the first and very critical property: "a pair of directions opposite to each other". With this logic, the dimension of hope would have despair (an absolute lack of hope) in the other direction. So imagine this: if you were hypothetically on this dimension, let's say it's a straight line, and you would be walking towards hope, any slightest change of direction would result in you walking towards despair.
Now, that's the terrifying reality we prefer not to acknowledge as individuals in a society. When you're hoping, you're also looking into possible despair. So this dimension is designed in a way that you are stuck in a really large cycle (which is just a straight line when observed myopically). Thus, shouldn't we start looking beyond this dimension now?
Of course, I concede that hoping is easier than letting go of expectations. Is it healthier? Is it something that should be encouraged? That's for all of us to figure out. Choose your battles, as they say; choose your dimensions, as I apparently do.
The prose above talks about the reader's journey through hope and despair, euphoria and depression, all deeply rooted in expectations, to a land where there are none. As Sigmund Freud, the founder of psychoanalysis, famously said, "The mind is like an iceberg; it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water." So, of course, I had to employ the metaphor of the iceberg in illustrating the mind's journey. I hope this Sunday you sift through the dimensions while keeping an eye out for the faux pas.
[Side note: This prose also seeks to celebrate those who've been swimming upstream for a long time and finally see the shore in sight. You know who you are. Congratulations!]
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