Hope Is Kosher, Quitting Isn’t
A quiet epidemic is spreading, and it doesn’t look like a fever. It looks like old dreams shelved, alarms snoozed, and a heart that once burned now running on dim. We name that sickness—Ye’ush, the giving up of hope—and we take it head on, not with slogans, but with a return to the core of Jewish identity: the will to keep fighting when it’s still dark. We start by tracing the subtle signs of surrender that creep into adult life. The goal posts move, the expectations shrink, and “realistic” ...