Two dear friends of mine, upon hearing of my own giving up of hope, promised to hold it for me. When lost in the sea for too long, hope of seeing the shoreline is a dangerous and destructive thing.
Is that you then? Are you lost at sea, no shoreline in sight, giving up in the waves? There is a beauty in that, too. But remember - even lost sailors who hope to find a shoreline again someday must not stare at the waters waiting. They only way they can find their bearings again is to look to the stars. ...reminds me of a fortune cookie saying... I got this message two or three times in a short time-span: "The stars appear every night in the sky. All is well."
If you are at peace with the giving up place, then I wish you well in all other things. If some part of you still wrestles with the succumbing, then I wish for you to find a reason, not just to hope, but to believe again.