So I know sports ain’t huge on Lemmy, but I was an Atlanta and UGA sports fan from the day I way born. Until 2021 there had been over 500 seasons of the teams I loved over around 150 years with something like 5 championships, only one I was alive for and it was the team I gave the least fuck about. The number of “almost getting to the mountain top and coming up heartbreakingly and comically short” I experienced during that time, and reality over the past 10 years has taught me one very helpful if not hopelessly bleak axiom, “without hope there can be no despair”
I want good things to happen, and will work for them to happen, but I’m not believing until I see it, because I can’t handle the highs and lows of that roller coaster anymore.
I truly hope it’s not just your bubble.
I keep seeing stuff on folks wrecking those public spy cameras and I almost start thinking people might wake up.
Same here, I just don’t think it in me to actually hope again, the despair that could follow might actually kill me
That the funny thing about hope. It’s a choice, not a feeling.
Or something like that. It was a nugget of wisdom from the K-pop movie my kids watched a million times.
So I know sports ain’t huge on Lemmy, but I was an Atlanta and UGA sports fan from the day I way born. Until 2021 there had been over 500 seasons of the teams I loved over around 150 years with something like 5 championships, only one I was alive for and it was the team I gave the least fuck about. The number of “almost getting to the mountain top and coming up heartbreakingly and comically short” I experienced during that time, and reality over the past 10 years has taught me one very helpful if not hopelessly bleak axiom, “without hope there can be no despair”
I want good things to happen, and will work for them to happen, but I’m not believing until I see it, because I can’t handle the highs and lows of that roller coaster anymore.