Goodnight

What is hope?  Are we talking a systematic denial of reality?  Foolishly blind optimism in an unknown future, expecting things to change on their own, to fix themselves, if we turn our cheeks to our problems and wish them away?  Or are we talking about the forceful belief that we can go on another day?  That if we try hard enough, if we work hard enough, tomorrow WILL be a better day?  Is hope that very same cave we take refuge in when we are both scared of what tomorrow might bring, but also forces us to live another day, hoping each day is better than the last, because knowing it isn’t would be too much to bare?  Is it that wind at our backs and the sting in our feet?  Or is it nothing at all but a lullaby we sing ourselves to help us sleep at night?