It is hope, I think, that is the root of all evil in our lives. Hope with regard to our careers, our love lives, our children, our political aspirations, and the impact we want to leave in this world - that is primarily to blame for angering and embittering us. The incompatibility between the grandeur of our aspirations and the mean reality of our condition generates the violent disappointments which rack our days and etch themselves in lines of acrimony across our faces. It is easy to say you should get over it, but destiny has a way to mock you when you least expect it. A testimony of pain that has been reassigned leaves little to work with. Hope perhaps.
