In the end there is nothing left but hope. All human beings without exception, do live because of hope. The human condition, the existential conditio humana, is loneliness and the experience of being solitary: alone you face the abyss, nobody else takes the decision, it’s me. Maybe I do not like this “me”, but I have no other. Better understand “me” and work with it. The alternative is living in an institution, fremdbestimmt*.
Hope is a promise and needs future, the unknown coming. In the middle of life you realize that future gets smaller – “easy to grasp” my dictionaire calls that, “überschaubar” is the German expression: you can see or at least sense the end. You realize that it is limited. That is all we are allowed to know. Everything else is belief, faith, maybe philosophy … Hope is not comfort, consolatio, the word shares it’s root with “to hop”, “hüpfen”, maybe a good party would do. Con-solatio originally is the togetherness of solitudes, Einsamkeiten, means to overcome loneliness. For a time.
* Can not translate this, too much to be explained.