Hope, the eternal tease. It promises much, but delivers nothing but disappointment. Like that one friend who always cancels plans at the last minute.

But seriously, folks, have you ever stopped to consider the point of hope? Is it just a pointless exercise in masochism, or is it actually some kind of coping mechanism for the inevitable crushing despair that is life?

• Therapeutic uses for hope (e.g., as a distraction from the impending doom of existence)
• Philosophical debate: Is hope a luxury we can no longer afford?
• Finding meaning in the meaninglessness of life (a.k.a. the ultimate existential crisis)