How do you reconcile faith and hope with despair and gloom? With faith and hope, we look upwards, onwards, and forward, we look to what can be, we look at what is and ask why not? With despair, with depression, we look back, we let doubts creep inside, hide in the corners of our mind, and let them cultivate fears that gnaw, gnaw and nibble, not only at our self-image, but at our ability to think clearly, and think in the forward manner we all want and desire.
Despair poisons our lives, and we wallow in a status quo we are too afraid to change, and many times we barely even acknowledge the provenance of our depression, but only see its future. The future of depression is depression because all we see is despair. The light in our worlds is only gray, and gloomy. There reside dark clouds even in a cloudless sky, teasing and haunting but entirely not there. We only think they’re there. It is that powerful.
Faith and hope are synonymous I think, they convey the same basic message: that our future can turn for the better. That somewhere, somehow, something will lift us up, part the clouds, and finally, the sun that berates and beats down on our lives, forcing us underground, inside, will now shine through. Into our homes, and our hearts, once black and hollow and without any feeling but anguish, will finally melt away. Warmth, happiness, and some kind of succinct harmony replaces it. It should. It is our life, and it should never be clouded with misery. These are our lives and they should be full of happiness and wonder, awe and love.