A great quote from Václav Havel, quoted by Seamus Heaney in The Redress of Poetry (page 4):
[Hope is] “ a state of mind, not a state of the world. Either we have hope within us or we don’t; it is a dimension of the soul, and it’s not essentially dependent on some particular observation of the world or estimate of the situation . . . It is an orientation of the spirit; it transcends the world which is immediately experienced, and is anchored somewhere beyond its horizons. I don’t think you can explain it as a mere derivative of something here, of some movement, or of some favourable signs in the world. I feel that its deepest roots are in the transcendental, just as the roots of human responsibility are . . . It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.”
In referring to ourselves, rather mischievously perhaps, as city vagabonds, highlighting some quality of homelessness, joblessness, a restlessness focussed on the city, we wander, not defeated but with tremendous elation and, in a word, hope.