Life in a Hope..

Sitting comfortably in my bed, not so comfortable in my head; thoughts making a haphazard image and life making no sense at all- a state basically where I could not think clearly leave alone being hopeful. I found myself browsing through laptop, pleasantly stumbling upon one of the greatest movies ever made- Shawshank Redemption. It’s crazy how I am always high on hope so much so that people laugh at me, I clearly remember someone saying to me, “you will always be in a good, happy state because people like you live in a hope; hope that someday you ll do this or that, someday you ll travel the world, someday you ll fulfill your desires. You ll die with a hope on.” It was supposed to be a taunt or a comment, who knows.

Talking about the Shawshank Redemption,

ANDY: Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.’

Watching this movie all over again boosted my ebbing hope once again; a hope to live out, hope to not have a guilt while living for own self, a hope that everything will be alright in sometime. Probably for some people it takes longer for the bad luck to vanish, at times you haven’t been the culprit, at times you were not involved at all. 

But of-course, you may ask; is hope enough?

Maybe not for most of the people around, but for me, yes it is enough; it is enough because it gives me a drive to work for, it gives me a direction, it entices me to grab the best. I might have looked low on enthusiasm, I might not have sounded driven, I might not have seemed focused and the reason is simple, I had caged my hope. In the process of becoming too real and rational, I lost myself. I forgot, I was always high on hope, I forgot to love myself, I forgot my true self. 

There are different chapters in our life, some good-some bad, some not so remembered; the mistake we generally do is to consider that part as life itself. It just makes us go mad when we lose that part, but in actuality life goes on. Life is above all these petty inconveniences, they make us learn by leaving a scar. As Freeman says in the movie

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

Living on a hope is all that one can do at times, specially when there is no way out. Hope makes us achieve, hope makes us going, it is hope that creates everything around. With hope comes a zest to busy ourselves into making something bigger; hope is something without which we are doomed.

ANDY: I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living or get busy dying.

 So, hope and let loose your inhibitions. Hope is our redemption, the sole redemption.

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