Most, if not all of us, “hope” for some future outcome. Based on faith, we have reasonable confidence that a desired expectation, not within our control, will occur. It gives us an optimistic view, motivation, and even peace to some degree. Of course, there is an assumption that we put in as much effort as is possible, but our effort alone does not determine the outcome. When is "hope"“false-hope”? When do you stop praying, working towards, patiently await, “hope. As disappointments mount and time passes, when do you accept reality and see the mounting evidence and public opinion that indicate the expected outcome will not occur.
We all want love and connectedness; belonging, being understood, being accepted. I left an unhappy long term marriage with the intention of ending the numbness and sadness; giving us both a chance at real happiness. After all, we had a third of our lives left. 3 years after the divorce, I was comfortable and ready to move on. For the last 2 years, my hope of having shared happiness, connection, in both romantic love and friendship has been consistently denied. I learned that I am now “too old” for romance (male view). Women don’t know why I want romantic love at “my age”, and are basically unavailable or unreliable in developing friendships, for a variety of reasons.
Perhaps I was delusional and my hope was false-hope. The consistent message I receive – including from therapists - is romantic love and connection are for younger women. At 60+, it seems I am supposed to be invisible, join a white-haired crafters group (I am not even gray yet), exist on old memories, or prepare for death. I can’t accept that. I never expected life after work (exec position) to be upside down.
When is “hope” really “false-hope”?