Thursday, July 21, 2011

If there is one thing



If there is one thing that keeps a human being alive
it is belief.
or said differently: hope.

it is hardly evidence. hardly even experience.

Belief is why we wake up everyday, the hope of some good outcome, prolonged or immediate,
it is why we enjoy meeting new attractive people, if we are single or not single,
it is why we so easily remember their names and forget the names of plane looking people,
that some unsaid unimagined unthought connection will grow into something unthought
but always imagined,

or it is why we make status updates: the hope of being noticed and affirmed
it is why we blog: the hope of being read, and someone finding the
tiny personal single life we live to be, in some small way, important,
which of course to us is hugely important,
even if no one ever ever reads it, or we get the rare affirmation,
that one affirmation gives birth, sets free, our lustful imagination
for all that could be reading it.

or even our journals, those secret things that shall never be read,
how few of us would burn those books,
how few of us write to write,
without the hope that someone in the future might stumble across it
and find that we said something,
or even the sexy thought that someone has found us interesting
and tip-toed into our room, glanced over their shoulder,
and read without us knowing.

and in so hoping, we bait hope for hope,
if we win, and someone does affirm us or notice we are breathing,
they too are hoping, they are attracted to us and want to understand,
to consume and be better,
or to know us, study us, grasp us, and win us. It is an exchange, and when even
it is perhaps what Love is, a type of Love, but it is
not always even... and so we find unrequited hope, which is heartbreak, which
is defeated belief.

I believe humans hope for such things, because we are unfulfilled
and therefore hungry. We hope for dinner and hope for a spouse and
hope for children and hope to retire and hope our children love us and hope
to make them love us right and hope to be healthy and hope for heaven so that
we have something else to hope for when what we hoped for wasn't what we wanted
and then we grow tired, and the desire starts to be tired, and we stop laughing,
and so many lose their faces.

I sound like I'm critiquing. But the alternative is nirvana, freedom from desire,
which of course is death. Hope is what living is.

Hope can sound an empty common word,
but it seems so much more real than most things I hear of Love.

6 comments:

e.sd said...

i crazy faced, danced my ass off tonight in hopes of not losing my face and discovering new.

i read you
i read more of you.
over your shoulder.

orion... said...

jed. LOVE you. HOPE that makes sense. :)

if we are fully alive do you think hope and love can live in harmony together?

jedidiah jenkins said...

e.sd, I read you face to face. and crumbs into the woods.


orion... absolutely. mutual hope, mutual benefit, mutual journey, the fulfillment of part of one hope and the every-out-of-reach train of another. that is what the best of human relationships maintain: fulfillment and wonder, comfort and mystery.

: : flightless bird : : said...

1 Peter 5:10

10 And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.

e.sd said...

hand on chest heartbeat felt.
together through the water.
together striped and survived on another shore.

Stuy Lewis said...

I've read an opinion somewhere, I think it was Plato or Aristotle or one of those early honest observers, that learning is simply remembering truths our souls have always known.
In a way, that's how I felt reading this.
Reminded of thoughts I never thought at a certain time but think all the time. Even my most private thoughts journaled are thoughts I want read, if only after I'm dead. And there is shown the clash between the desire to be fully known and desire to be fully accepted that leads us to express ourselves in private.
Good thoughts brother. Thanks for sharing :)