Beside every mind that dares to dream walks the spectre of disappointment.
It is the impossibility of precision that results in overshooting or undershooting every target, as every desire is exaggerated in proportion to our want of it and our confidence in acquiring it. What follows is the consequence of this inaccuracy which hangs over man as both a benefactor and a blight we call: hope.
It is this inexorable particle of life, that pushes all things forwards into final conclusions and inflates existence with its, mostly, deceitful winds.
Hope, when considered superficially and through the distorting lenses of ego and fear, can be thought of as a positive manifestation of the desire to live, whose loss no man could endure for long. When considered further it is also the sinew which attaches us to desire by imprisoning us behind walls of expectation, driving us to willingly submit to that which, in our mind, can facilitate the expected and even make us relish our submission to a favourable misrepresentation of probability.
I’ve been told that: ‘Where there is life, there is hope’ and along with it, I would add, all the accompanying pains and sufferings which this naturally entails and that are, most often, ignored or denied. It is perhaps ironic that when things are at their most unpromising conditions that the rainbow of hope makes its most vivid appearance forcing us into our most vehement striving even in the face of insurmountable odds. From this perspective it loses its magical veneer and becomes just another survival tactic which maintains the desirability of life by rolling incessantly the dice of chance.
Kazantzakis urged us and maybe bragged a little when he wrote: “I hope for nothing, I fear nothing; I am free”. Yet, how many of us possess the courage and strength to truly be free?
Intertwined within the fabric of every human being, of every living entity, lies the innate string of need that often manifests itself in fear with which nature weaves her tapestries and binds us to her mechanisms. To sever these strings, to any extent that this is possible, is to cast ourselves into the void of happenstance without any stability or comfort and this ‘disengagement’ along with the resulting responsibility, fills man with anxiety. No human, in the present form, could fully accept the entire breadth of liberty and all the ramifications it entails.
“Hope is the last to die”, it has been said and this because it perishes with the slow attrition of time and the consistent degradation caused by life’s woes. Most grasp upon hope even in the rasping of a last breath, while the few eventually reach a stage, usually in their twilight years, when hope wanes and the fear of death diminishes, leaving behind either an honest indifference or a quiet acceptance of the inevitable. It is then that freedoms boundaries are brushed-up against and the mind experiences the sublime wonderment of complete disinterest with ones own fate which opens the gates of transcendence.
The paradox in the entire matter rests in that as indifference increases the acquisition of what is or was desired, to whatever degree, is made easier by steadying the hand that reaches with the removal of the stress and the nervousness that shadows every desire and need. It is as if we are made worthy of that which we least want and that which is more accessible to us, making man nothing more than a tool of overcoming and unquenchable ambition.

Expect nothing and you'll never, ever be disappointed!

WANDERER,
Please separate paragrahps to make your posts more legible!

That said, good post but I nevertheless must offer a counter for want of argument.

Beside every mind that dares to dream walks the spectre of disappointment.
It is the impossibility of precision that results in overshooting or undershooting every target, as every desire is exaggerated in proportion to our want of it and our confidence in acquiring it. What follows is the consequence of this inaccuracy which hangs over man as both a benefactor and a blight we call:
hope.
It is this inexorable particle of life, that pushes all things forwards into final conclusions and inflates existence with its, mostly, deceitful winds.
Hope, when considered superficially and through the distorting lenses of ego and fear, can be thought of as a positive manifestation of the desire to live,
whose loss no man could endure for long. When considered further it is also the sinew which attaches us to desire by imprisoning us behind walls of
expectation, driving us to willingly submit to that which, in our mind, can facilitate the expected and even make us relish our submission to a favourable misrepresentation of probability.
I’ve been told that: ‘Where there is life, there is hope’ and along with it, I would add, all the accompanying pains and sufferings which this naturally
entails and that are, most often, ignored or denied. It is perhaps ironic that when things are at their most unpromising conditions that the rainbow of hope makes its most vivid appearance forcing us into our most vehement striving even in the face of insurmountable odds. From this perspective it loses its magical veneer and becomes just another survival tactic which maintains the desirability of life by rolling incessantly the dice of chance.
Kazantzakis urged us and maybe bragged a little when he wrote: “I hope for nothing, I fear nothing; I am free”. Yet, how many of us possess the courage and strength to truly be free? Intertwined within the fabric of every human being, of every living entity, lies the innate string of need that often manifests itself in fear with which nature weaves her tapestries and binds us to her mechanisms. To sever these strings, to any extent that this is possible, is to cast ourselves into the void of happenstance without any stability or comfort and this ‘disengagement’ along with the resulting responsibility, fills man with anxiety. No human, in the present form, could fully accept the entire breadth of liberty and all the ramifications it entails.
“Hope is the last to die”, it has been said and this because it perishes with the slow attrition of time and the consistent degradation caused by life’s woes. Most grasp upon hope even in the rasping of a last breath, while the few eventually reach a stage, usually in their twilight years, when hope wanes and the fear of death diminishes, leaving behind either an honest indifference or a quiet acceptance of the inevitable. It is then that freedoms boundaries are brushed-up against and the mind experiences the sublime wonderment of complete disinterest with ones own fate which opens the gates of transcendence.
The paradox in the entire matter rests in that as indifference increases the acquisition of what is or was desired, to whatever degree, is made easier by
steadying the hand that reaches with the removal of the stress and the nervousness that shadows every desire and need. It is as if we are made worthy of that which we least want and that which is more accessible to us, making man nothing more than a tool of overcoming and unquenchable ambition.

You realize that expectation is in itself hope, correct? As probabilities lessen so does expectation get morphed into what you are terming "hope". And it
seems contradictory to me that you at first term hope a "benefactor" and then through the progression of your post, assert that a man devoid of hope is somehow free. How is it freedom to acquiese the happenings of life to happenstance? It is tantamount to avoiding responsibility or at least the veneer of some responsinility or impact. Hope is an adaptability to help facilitate dealing with situtations where our influence is either null or limited. You talk of how hope dissipitates with time. This is only true in certain regards.

The realization of a dying man that death is upon him is only possible because he finally realizes that his death is an inevitability; it is immediate and he is therfore capable of being devoid of the myopia the mind has to look at death within the context of life. This absolution is not so possible when not on "death bed" or without a terminal disease, because death is not immediate. Man cannot fully accept his death unless he is on his death bed because it would make him idle. Likewise, man cannot fully accept his fate as dependent on happenstance because it invalidates his life. I also do not think that "ego" and "fear" are what delude us into hope. Again, expectation is itself hope. That you expect the ground to be hard when you take a step is a hope that has been concreted by the fact that the ground does indeed stay hard. If having played the lottery a thousand times, you have won a thousand times, the expectation of a win on the thousandth and one try is a hope, because it is still dependant on luck, but this hope has been morphed into an expctation. This notion that hope is somehow a negative on man is incorrect. Hope allows us to dream. Dreaming is what allows to reach and invent and do all the good things that man has accomplished.

thefountainhed
Please separate paragrahps to make your posts more legible!
I will try.
But I was attempting to be mysterious and deep.

You realize that expectation is in itself hope, correct? As probabilities lessen so does expectation get morphed into what you are terming "hope". And it
seems contradictory to me that you at first term hope a "benefactor" and then through the progression of your post, assert that a man devoid of hope is somehow free.
I say it is both.
How is that a contradiction?
I never labelled 'freedom' as ‘good’ or ‘bad’. In fact I mention it as an impossibility in its absolute form.
A man devoid of hope is free but that doesn’t mean he is happy.
Hope is an enslaving mechanism that facilitates life by restricting options and focusing intentions.
So in essence the paradox rests on the fact that creativity demands a restriction of freedom and liberty rests on the absence of care which somewhat inhibits creativity.

How is it freedom to acquiese the happenings of life to happenstance?
It is freedom to strive out of curiosity and playfulness rather than need and desire.
Then success or failure becomes equally interesting.
It’s not letting go, it is remaining indifferent to both.

It is tantamount to avoiding responsibility or at least the veneer of some responsinility or impact.
Liberty is responsibility for self.


The realization of a dying man that death is upon him is only possible because he finally realizes that his death is an inevitability; it is immediate and he is therfore capable of being devoid of the myopia the mind has to look at death within the context of life.
The “context of life” is always to facilitate and propagate itself.

Man cannot fully accept his death unless he is on his death bed because it would make him idle.
You are assuming that the only result of not caring is inaction.
It can also create action by taking away the things that make us procrastinators or overly reluctant.

Likewise, man cannot fully accept his fate as dependent on happenstance because it invalidates his life.
The illusion of control is a common human trait.
I know because I am a control junky myself.
It’s a difficult lesson to learn.

The only thing that “invalidates” life is the denial of it.

This notion that hope is somehow a negative on man is incorrect. Hope allows us to dream. Dreaming is what allows to reach and invent and do all the good things that man has accomplished.
And what you “dream” is always what you’ve been told is worthy of dreaming or influenced by social and cultural expectations and desires.
Men dream what is unavoidably beneficial to the whole or else their dreams are stifled and mocked.
But isn’t the “accomplishing” something I mentioned in my original position?
We always strive for the impossible so that the possible becomes reality.

Here we must separate the interests of the whole from the interests of the one.
Most associate the first with the second and so become willing and enthusiastic servants to adopted ideals by reaching for and dreaming of things that benefit the ‘super-organism’.