Hope

Last year about this time I had a conversation with my professor on a book we were reading, Kafka's The Castle, and he asked a question about a few of the characters (possibly the assistants) that has stuck with me. It had to do with imperfection and how without the faults there is no room for improvement. It got me to thinking about how I have hope in situations that are imperfect. There is no need for me to grow or stretch myself if I already have or am what I want to be. Lately, I've been working with people who are satisfied with their lot and life and have no ambition. In a way, they remind me of my grandmother, who is perfectly content to kick the bucket any old time, because she thinks she has finished everything she wants to do. I hope (there's that word again!) that when I reach antiquity I still have interests and desires. I'm all for learning new skills at whatever age, because it brings life and hope. There was hope in The Castle for X to reach it because the bureaucracy was fallible, If it had been perfect, there would be no point in attempting to enter. Just a thought...or three.