Hope is a lie disguised as a promise.

Carl Jung said, "It all depends on how we look at things, and not how they are in themselves." 

We can see something everyday and still not be sure... like salt looks like sugar sometimes and sugar looks like salt. 

This is true and this is bad. Because we look at things as we want to see them. 

How we want to see them in that moment. 

We create the expectation, the hope, the idea of what is (but isn't really), or what can be, or what may be, or how it could be (but won't really ever be)... we fixate on these "hopes"...and rarely do we remember or see what it really is or really is not. 
Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive people mad. 

Hope is a lie disguised as a promise.

“Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul 
And sings the tune without the words 
And never stops at all.” 
― Emily Dickinson

And how can this possibly be a good thing? 

What was Emily talking about? Why do I want this thing in my soul, giving me an endless tune with no words? I want real stuff, stuff I can share, not imaginations. 

“They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.” 
― Tom Bodett

I agree with the second thing only. 

One is just a recipe for disaster, in my personal experience. Someone to love loosely translates to someone who will make you rely on them and then be the most unreliable person ever. 

And three, something to hope for, again too vague. 

Maybe Tom was continuing where Emily left off? 

Couldn't sleep, thanks for reading my midnight rant.

- JaneBravo