Hope Vs. Reality?

What I am about to write seems very ironic in light of my last post. Today I will write about how I have been holding on to a false hope. When things that I don't want to happen, do happen, I often find myself bordering on delusional. I want things to be right again so badly, that I can convince myself of almost anything. "It's probably not as bad as I think it is." "There's still a chance it could work out." Last night, as I was trying to fall asleep, I was debating in my mind whether this was a good thing or not. On the one hand, hope is a good thing. Hope is what keeps us going when everything else is gone. Hope can make things seem brighter during times of darkness. But, on the other hand, if that hope isn't based in reality, is hope really a good thing? Then again, is any hope really based on reality? I'm still looking for the answers to these questions.

I was talking with my friend Cassy last night. (She's one of the wisest, most grounded people I have ever known) I was telling her about this hope that I had been holding on to and here's what she said, "Emily, you can't. You can't keep holding on to that. You're just going to go crazy if you do that. You're never going to get over all this if you don't let go."

Let go. I don't want to let go. Letting go is scary. Letting go hurts. Letting go feels like the end of a dream. So, here lies the big question, should I give up this hope I have been holding on to, or do I let go and move on?

-Em