I couldn't help being moderately amused at the idea of someone sitting there, desperately rubbing away in the hope a genie will appear! However, I take this piece more as a metaphor for simply never losing hope.
Actually, although it is indeed a metaphor, I wrote it just after rubbing a bronze lamp from Istanbul.
10 months ago
one bows to thee, this is such a nice view of part of the human condition, I like how this applies to anything that we strive for in life, a new job application, winning the lottery, winning a love - If we, Humans, did not have this characteristic who knows where we would be.
I misread this first of all - I thought the title was "internal hope" as in, the hope we hold inside, hoping for change. It could also be "external hope" hoping that an entity out there, perhaps a God will divinely orchestrate a change in circumstances. It must be like buying a scratch card, each day, buying dozens in the hope that a fortune will shine from the reveal of 3 bells in a line. Sadly, if only he saved his scratch card money, he would be rich and wise enough to not need the fortunes he is blindly hoping for!