Hope As An Enemy

It's said, that hope dies last. When your life is falling apart, you fail in everything you do, there's still a bit of hope, that things will get better - like they used to be. But isn't hope sometimes kind of brake? Something that holds you back and force you to hold on things which belong to your past ?

“In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.” - Buddha

I'm bad at saying goodbye - to things, to people, to the past. I hold on things and I can't let them go. Why? I don't know. Perhaps I'm scared to move on, I'm trying to hold on the last pieces of hope which gives me the illusion of the past repeating itself, it makes me believe that the broken things from the past may be fixed now and that everything will end up the way I've always imagined. At the same time I think about all the "what if"s ...

"Don’t lose yourself by trying to fix what’s meant to stay broken. Some chapters just have to close without closure. Straight up." (Tumblr)

It doesn't usually work like this. I don't believe in coincidences and I believe that everything in life has a reson. That things come to our life and levae because it's supposed to be like that. That we just have to let some things (and people) go, altough at that moment we don't understand why and it feels like the hardest thing in the world. Sometimes, hope is not a positive thing - it only turns us back to the past.