At the moment, my own wished-for superpower would be Hope — the ability to transcend current circumstances by visualizing a better state and taking the needed steps to make it a reality. As it stands, my visualizations are just fantasy, and there are no pathways that lead there. So I stare at my to-do lists, effectively paralyzed by their complexity and inaccessibility. Even if I were to cross a few of them off, I’m no better off. There’s still an impassable gulf between where I am and any degree of sustainable stability. According to the story, when Pandora managed to close her box, Hope alone remained. But for me, and I suspect others, the hope of Hope is all that remains.