Irrational Health, a Fine Line, and Hope

It seems to me that people are really good at maintaining hope. That might sound strange, but when I think of the books and the authors that parallel the kind of text I’m writing, I see a group of people who are desperate to find some type of hope in it all. There’s almost an unspoken requirement that states that you have to give people some hope. You have to because you can’t possibly leave people without the possibility of a happy ending. As an author I find myself looking for hope as well, and yet I’m determined to not include it unless I’m absolutely sure there can be. It’s an irrational thing to desire hope in any situation and yet, I admit that as person I can see how it’s almost essential because if there were no hope, then what would be the point in living or for that matter why would I bother writing. It’s ironic that the more I try to draw a light onto all of these irrationalities, I found myself further consumed by them and in some way find that it’s impossible to detach oneself from absolutely every one, if simply for the fact that we’re all interconnected and one irrationality feeds into another person almost by definition.

One of the other questions I find myself toiling around with is the question of whether or not their is a definitive, figurative line that once crossed can’t be undone. In another way, is their a point at which someone has delved so deeply into this condition that ails them, Irrational Health, that he/she is incapable of escaping or curing himself/herself. I’m not sure what the answer to this question will be, but the one thing I am sure of is that there is most certainly a line that once crossed makes it very unlikely or possible that someone could walk back. Think about it. There has to be a point at which shining a light at every irrationality you’ve embraced would leave in almost a catatonic state. I mean imagine if you were Jim Carey in “The Truman Show” and you just found out that your entire life was a sham. What would you do? What could you do? Would you even have an identity at that point? Now this might be an extreme example, but it demonstrates what the effect would be. The point is that at some point a person can find themself too far in. There is somewhat of a fine line, I believe, and it’s all the more reason to want to limit the lies that people tell themselves. When all is said and done, I suppose such a person could hope.