Apparently today the Boston Globe Op Ed worry beads have been passed from Joan Vennochi to Peter Canellos, who notes the similar market pitches of candidates Deval Patrick and Barack Obama, and how Massachusetts voters are now showing symptoms of buyer’s remorse over their outsider Governor to the extent that Obama lost the Massachusetts Democratic primary. Then Canellos ascends to this lofty observation:
But the usual ups and downs can be devastating to someone who has staked everything on bringing about change. Whether posited by a candidate for governor or for president, the politics of hope invites disappointment, simply because hope means something different to every person.
Frost wrote a far more eloquent observation (of course):
In A Glass of Cider
It seemed I was a mite of sediment
That waited for the bottom to ferment
So I could catch a bubble in ascent.
I rode up on one till the bubble burst,
And when that left me to sink back reversed
I was no worse off than I was at first.
I’d catch another bubble if I waited.
The thing was to get now and then elated.
-Robert Frost, In the Clearing, 1962
And Frost's much more celebrated Riders also concerns on the inevitability of hope.