Hope in something that will never come to pass is the greatest of all hopes. The greatest people on earth have pushed for things that others thought were impossible at the time. To say the heroes of the world didn't hope for what they achieved is incorrect. They had fantastic dreams, and they hoped they would come true.
But you are right, there are many that have hopes and dreams that never happen. I would argue that that is true strength; Hoping for something marvelous, and seemingly impossible, when you know there is a chance that you will fail, but believing in it none the less, and trying to bring it to reality.
In regard to moonbogg's post, what exactly are you disagreeing with?
I was going to answer moonbogg's post with the comment that I enjoy a good cup of soup and on a good day, washing the bowl and putting it away but I thought he might think I was being insulting by suggesting the mundane. I didn't want him to think I might be suggesting his dreams were too large and silly rather than that I see a different truth in very little things. In a grain of sand the universe is contained, means to me that the meaning of life is in being. I love souls full of hope who ache for something better, for a way to end suffering and separation. Your post made me think of this song I love to hear especially by Roy Orbison:
1.
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
2.
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelei;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
So for the sake of hope and dreaming let me tell you a story:
Once there was a young man who dreamed the world was good and set about to prove it to humanity. And this young man thought and read and thought. And the more he thought and read and thought the more he came to realize that the universe was cold and empty and the more that realization grew the more he suffered. He fought a long and bitter battle with the Nothing and the Nothing won. All hope died and the world turned black and that young man knew he would suffer hopelessness to his grave. There was no exit anywhere and he knew it.
But that young man chanced upon a story written by somebody who saw as he does but with a funny twist, somebody who seemed to have found a door out of emptiness. It was the story of a man hanging from roots on a cliff with arms weakening, a tiger above and one below. The young man realized right away that this was him. But in the story within this story the man hanging there with strength waning found a strawberry growing next to where he clung, and he picked it and it tasted so good. Can you imagine such a story. I know it filled our young man with rage. What strawberry is there in this hopeless universe.
Well one night our young man got his answer when again in deepest despair, thinking about why he suffers a blast of wind hit his house and his thinking stopped and to this day he's never suffered again. In a fraction of an instant there came a realization that the need for meaning is as meaningless as everything else.
When hopeless takes every think that can be taken, when all your hopes are truly dead you are left only with what is real, the taste of the most incredible strawberry, the organic joy of being. I know because this is my story.
I believe that God is that Joy of Being and I know that He is real.
So the bottom line from me to you is do not worry. Hope and hopelessness all lead to the same place. If you go straight ahead in either direction you will be OK.