Hopium

This author misidentifies hope. In her description of hope, I hear expectation, attachment, that « I am the answer » (or a version of that). For me, that’s desire. And desire comes from my ego self, which is why it’s attached and full of expectation. My hope is not these things. The hope I’m filled with is light, inviting, open, and most importantly unattached. It’s fueled my possibility, of which none comes from me. It comes through me and I feel blessed to be the vessel. And yes; there can be fear there as my lower self struggles to see myself in that light and possibility.