Give up hope. Hoping with the mind. A hope which has at its root you coming out looking good, which validates you. Give up hope. Hope that turns your desire into virtue, which covers over your ego with a vaneer of goodness.
Will what you want happen? Maybe. Maybe not. Is it what is needed for the betterment of the world? Highly doubtful. You want it. You crave it. You are sure you deserve it. You are conviced it is best not just for you, not really for you, but best for others, for everyone, for the world. And so what if also it makes you look good, gives you what you want? That is but a trifle, not what you are really seeking. You hope for the best for the world, not for yourself.
So you tell yourself.
It is an illusion. A mirage.
You can’t hope for the word while negating your personal ego hope. Your ego hope ballons into an appareance – what a convincing appearance – of hope for humanity. As if you want not for yourself but even contrary to yourself, for the world only. But it is the ego hope not disappearing but morphing into a cloak of world egoless, world hope.
The ego never disappears. Not in the hope of saints. Or democrats. Or republicans. Or theists or athests. Or do gooders or charities.
Most clashes are the clashes of hopes which aim and claim to not be egotistical.
But deep within, the ego stirs in the hope. Deep within, what is good for me and mine seems inseperable from what is good for society and the downtrodden and the world at large. It is the hope of the chattering mind, chattering how it has gotten beyond one’s petty ego and discovered what is objectively good for all. As if one were simply a vessel, an egoless vehicle, for the betterment of the world.
As long as you have hope, this is a fantasy. One who speaks of hope is ego ridden. One speaks of no hope is ego ridden.
Give up hope and just observe. See the ego doing everything, including your hopes and aspirations and good deeds and selfless aspirations.
When masses of people give up hope this way, the grip of the mass ego lessens, and change happens. It happens by and by. Without intention. Without hope.