I'm now realising how incredibly hungry for any resemblance of hope I've been over the last period. It feels amazing. Also very fucking scary. It's what I imagine it would feel like falling in love again for the first time after being in a toxic relationship.
Very true. I do feel like our hopelessness is their gain though. In the sense that if we don't have hope it means we expect nothing. If we expect nothing we damn sure won't fight for anything. I think that's what Gramsci was talking about with his pessimist by intelligence but optimist by will thing.