Hope, though often seen as a source of strength, is in fact a cruel illusion. It binds us to the torment of the present. By urging us to long for a better future, it deepens the ache of our current suffering. It makes us wait for what may never come, turning every moment into a fragile suspension between what is and what could be. Hope is not the cure for despair, it's a subtle torment that keeps us forever chasing an elusive salvation.
