Sometimes, hopelessness can become a favored resting place. A familiar one to which we retreat for comfort and indulgence, even when accompanied by guilt’s harsh reminders.
But hopelessness is no easy substitute for introspection or renewal. It is, at best, a prompting in the pursuit of equilibrium, or perhaps a roadblock to the attainment of true peace. And, not surprisingly, none of this comes without physical or psychological cost, if not permanent damage (collateral or otherwise)