T.S. Eliot noted in one of his quartets,
"one can hope for the wrong thing."
Hope is simply the absence of knowledge
A "future" which doesn't actually exist.
One need to be attuned to the present, the now
to meet its demands
it has nothing to do with hope.
While I'm in the 'Now', I hope I'm not missing out
something important in the past or future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem