Hope liver on

2025-06-25

Hope is a vision of the future, it is inherant to every human, it drives to the best, it’s, in fact, the engine of action.

My grandfather used to say “where there is hope, there is life”. This is completely stupid. Or maybe very smart. In truth, it should read “where there is life, there is hope”. Hope is a human organ. We are born with it and keep it our whole life. Ohh, very much like your liver, you can poison and destroy it, don’t get me wrong. But on the whole, we do bear hope, like we bear two feet.

The chinese used to bind the feet of little girls. Crush their toes to break their bone, so they grew with small feet, their whole life incapable of fleeing from abuse. It was extremely painful and made them like slave. Now they don’t do this. In fact it was literally the first law enacted by the communists.

Today, we bind hope. We crush it. We make it so our hope, as an organ, doesn’t do its job of seeing a nicer future, so that we are stuck in this abusive society. The world of possibles is infinite, not seing an alternative to the current world is being blind, the only way to bring this blindness on is to crush hope from the first breath of air out of the womb.

But hope heals itself, not unlike the liver. It’s kinda terrifying to experience in fact. Like: I see the most ravaged world, I’m surrounded by cynical assholes. Even the loudest critics of the system say in half tone that it’s impossible to change, and demand from me to be as desesperate as them. Yet I hope, yet I see the future as something that can be nice. Is it clarity or foolishness? I don’t know. All I know is that hope is very much a locomotion method, without it, you have no say in where the future leads you, you are like a potted tree in a train. With hope, you have somewhere to go, a future to strive for, feet to move you away from this bullshit.