Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest.
—Alexander Pope, Essay on Man
A View From My Front Window:
Photo Credit: Perry J. Greenbaum, 2012.
Spring speaks of hope. After a long winter, although this one was notably mild, humans long for warmth and views of vegetation, greenery and colour. Animals too, I would presume. In Montreal, the spring season earnestly begins in May, after weeks of rain, often the cold deep-in-your-bones variety, in April. The ground is prepared. Wasn't it T.S. Eliot who said, for reasons not similar to mine, in The Waste Land, "April is the cruellest month..." It's not quite winter; and, yet, it's not quite spring. April might not be the cruelest month, but it might be the one that offers the most promise.
What is about spring that heightens our desire to do good? To make us happy? To break into a dance?
Spring also offers us hope. Without getting too poetic about it, each spring offers renewed hope, since it follows winter, a season of dormancy and death. In the cycle of nature, spring speaks about rebirth and regeneration, hence the hope that life continues, a good and fulfilling life, at least for another season. Another year. Perhaps this will be the year that our latent hopes, our unfulfilled desires, are realized, that they come to fruition.
Truly, it's easier to have hope when things are going well; and, conversely, it's harder to have hope when they are not. Poverty and economic survival can dash hopes, or bring it out like a long-lost friend. It's often the case that a person who is undergoing many travails lives on hope, in that the hope gives him the ability, the sustenance if you will, to live, to carry on—and to wait. Yes, for a miracle.
Waiting and hoping defies the need to do something, to plan and to proceed. To some this seems foolish and wasteful of time. Perhaps so, but I think not. Such a thing as hope is hard to explain to someone who has never experienced either struggles of the soul or struggles for survival, or both; but then again many of you have.
For that reason, you carry such hopes. Maybe this year it will happen.