The Italians have this realistically cruel proverb: Whoever lives having only hope, dies frustrated.
But how to live without hope that even after darkest night will be the most beautiful morning?
Unfortunately, it will dawn not for everyone, some may not be able to see and enjoy it, some will still murmur and find something to complain about – too pink, too cold, too sweet, too seen…
And the rest just have to hope that it will dawn and try to make it even more beautiful. Because hope without effort remains the hope only – like a morning without a spectacular sunrise, such not full morning…
© Fortune, 2019
Is hope a mother of fools?