House, MD

Ever watched a serial on that TV that just captivates you? For the longest of time, i have been fixated with one such serial, House. In a nutshell, its about a Senior MD called House who leads a team of specialist to diagnose and treat patients who suffer from peculiar diseases or aliments. House can be best described as a coconut. Hard and cracked on the outside but pure and sweet in the inside. His sharp wit coupled with his equally sharp but rancid tongue makes House someone hard to loved but by no means hardly love. But a introduction or more accurately my raving for the serial is not the reason for this post. So what then? Motivation. After watching House tonight, I thought to myself, why the interest about such serial (read: medical jargon, not good looking cast, everything revolves usually just in the hospital, not exactly gripping stuff). Then it struck me. Hope. Everything about the serial is about Hope. Hope for an answer, hope for reciporcal respect, hope for a cure, etc. I'm such there are many times in life where we get dishearted or even fatalistically hopeless. Hope is often the only relief we can count on a stop-gap basis before we arrive at a consequence or stage. In House and life, Patients, parents, and doctors, you and I are still mere mortals. Hope motivates action. Action transpires to more hope and maybe even success. But where do we get hope from? Much of this hope lies in Faith. Whether blinded or enlightened, faith is really a conviction of one's belief, a measurement of confidence. House strikes a chord in me simply because hope, faith, and confidence usually points to success. Probably, success life is just about these few things. If we keep our faith in ourselves and perserver, success might just not be a hopefully wish.