“Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.”
–Alexander Pope, Essay on Man
In this winter of our discontent, it is hard to hope. But as we flush 2020 down the drain, there is reason for optimism: a new administration in January; vaccines to address the virus; perhaps an economic recovery as we build back better. Hopefully some day we’ll be able to hug our kids and grandkids again. Yes, hope springs eternal.
It won’t be easy. Change never is. Not only is the White House Current Occupant not being helpful, he is actively poisoning the well for his successor. Refusing to concede, he is soliciting money from his base to continue doing—what? Building a 2024 fund to run again? Becoming a king maker in the Republican party? Starting his own TV show? All I know is he will need the money for lawyers once he is out of office. I also read where his neighbors in Mara Lago don’t want him around. Something about not being able to be a private club and a residence as well. As he is fond of saying: we’ll see what happens.
Back to hope. As Pope said, our souls are uneasy and confined from home. More accurately we have been confined to home. It is hard to be hopeful when you can’t go anywhere or do any of the things you used to like to do. It is hard to have hope when you are bored. Nevertheless, to quote another saying, patience is a virtue. Hopefully 2021 will bring us a virtuous cycle.