Hope is like air...

Yes, we had a significant conversation last night about "hope."  We need it.  It is essential to our psychic armory.  Can't see how you can move forward without it.  Sometimes it's a thin reed.  It takes all kinds of hits, pricks and kicks.  It can be dashed.  But there is a well, is it limitless well?  I'm not sure, maybe it can run out, dry up, break into a million tiny pieces.  And maybe it's not so reasonable to carry hope.  And maybe it's not so smart either.  But hope is like air.  Better to have it than not.  We do need it for life.