Day 19: Tidings of comfort

Just as I was thinking about how giving up on hope makes me feel stronger, I heard something interesting on the radio:  the root of the word “comfort” is the Latin word fortis.  Fortis means strength.  It’s the same root of words like “fortify” or “fortitude.”  Those things sounds strong to me; comfort does not.  When I need comfort (which is often), I do not feel strong.

Then it struck me that the “com” of “comfort” might matter, too.  Just like “compassion” means we suffer together, maybe “comfort” means we strengthen together.  Light research does not support that idea, but I’m going with it.  I like that connection.  It makes sense to me.

Maybe what I’m saying is that giving up on hope actually gives me comfort.  It’s a weird place inside my head.