Hope is the gay, skylarking pajamas we wear over yesterday's bruises

This phrase by Benjamin De Casseres, effectively lured me into the deep, unpredictable pit of thought. Indeed, the reason we are able to put up with and endure the blows and beatings of yesterday, would boil down to the hope of seeing a better tomorrow. Would you then not agree that hope is the driving mechanism in our lives, the root of our enthusiasm and optimism? Who are we without hope? And what is hope without us?