hope against hope
US /ˈhoʊp əˈɡɛnst ˈhoʊp/
・UK /ˈhəup əˈɡenst ˈhəup/
B2 中上級
idm.ほとんど望みがないのに希望する
She hoped against hope that her lost keys would be found.
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なぜ私たちは傷つけてきた人を愛し続けるのか (Why We Can't Stop Loving Those Who Hurt Us)
- But for others among us, this is when we begin to show our distinctive colours. Hope springs eternal. Yes, the partner may presently be somewhat disappointing, but soon they may recover. Admittedly, they have become hugely unkind in many ways, but they did apologise nicely last week, before repeating their offence, and so there is a decent chance, we believe, that things will be on an upswing over the longer term. To outside observers, the faith that we have in our partner can appear quasi-religious. Why do we keep giving our unreliable companion so much leeway? Why do we hope against hope? Why don't we cut our losses right now and leave? Why are we so convinced that with just a little more effort on our part, one more discussion, one more long email sent in the early hours, everything will alter? Furthermore, perhaps why do we keep assuming that we have done something wrong and that it is primarily our role to apologise and make amends? The explanation is that we grew into hopeful people not by choice, but of necessity. We almost certainly spent our childhoods in circumstances where we had no option but to become enormous believers in our parents and, simultaneously, enormous doubters of ourselves. When little, we couldn't afford to think that our parents were simply disappointing, wounded people with whom we shouldn't interact too much and then walk away. We were four years old. So we did what children of unfulfilling parents always do. We started to think ill of ourselves. We developed a genius for wondering what was wrong with us and for assembling complicated and overly generous explanations for the bad behaviour of others. We evolved an expectant stance towards whatever morsel of love our parent might throw our way. We became excited by deprivation. All day they might have been ill-tempered and cruel to us. Perhaps at nightfall, they might say something sweet and ruffle our hair. This became the most exciting and appalling game of our lives. As adults, we continue to be addicted to this tension. It has come to seem that this is what love is, the pain-tinged, continuous expectation that an unfulfilling person might abruptly turn round and be nice to us again. Love is waiting for someone who was once slightly kind to resume their interest. It doesn't strike us that love might actually be something quite different, simpler and less tortured. An ongoing, reliable exchange of mutually respectful sympathy and gentleness. And if it's not this, that we should leave at once. Indeed, if we have the troubled fortune to meet a reliable soul, we will probably respond to them with a feeling of nausea and bewilderment and flee in short order. Perhaps back to the last unfulfilling partner. The toll we pay in terms of wasted years is lamentable. Whereas others among us can enjoy calm, kindly relationships, we will get locked into exhausting scenarios with perturbed individuals who very subtly mess us around, who say one thing and do another, who don't give us physical affection or blow hot and cold, who may be having affairs and keep promising to change and don't. And the worst is that for all our suffering, this somehow excites us, this keeps us on our toes, this feels like what we need to keep doing. We know nothing else. We have to start to believe what our childhoods never allowed us to think. Some people need to be given up on. Certain seemingly ordinary and good people are in fact very damaged and will hurt and bully those around them. Some people with a few lovely qualities to them will, considered in the round, work an entirely negative effect on our lives. It's not our role to keep second-guessing unfulfilling people, to spin elaborate stories as to why they may be doing what they do.
しかし、私たちの中の他の人たちにとっては、この時期が私たちの特徴的な色を見せ始めるときなのだ。希望は永遠に湧いてくる。そう、今のところパートナーは多少がっかりしているかもしれないが、すぐに立ち直るかもしれない。確かに、相手は多くの点で非常に不親切になったが、先週はきちんと謝ったし、また同じことを繰り返す前に謝った。私たちのパートナーに対する信頼は、外部から見ると宗教的なものに見えるかもしれない。なぜ私たちは、頼りない伴侶にこれほど自由を与え続けるのだろうか？なぜ希望に反して希望を抱くのか？なぜ今すぐにでも
- Why do we hope against hope?
