Hope

How is it that we have so little hope for the future? How is it that we wake up every day

dreading what comes next?

We wake up and sigh because we're still in the same bed, in the same room, in the same place, doing the same things we did yesterday.

We're tired of living because our lives aren't really being lived.

So we give up. We have enough to survive, so we put hope in a box. It feels embarrassing to have it, so we hide it.

But someone who has almost lost everything, who has had every reason to dread what comes next—why do they have hope?

How is it someone who was told to give up on hope has enough to carry a boat full of people across a barren sea?

How is it they wake up smiling every day, trying to share their hope with everyone?

Why aren’t they embarrassed? How are they so sure it's good to have hope?

Because hope holds everything. If you give it up, you lose it all.

Hope is the bridge between nothing and everything. And every step you take is in between.

Anything you truly hope to do, you'll work your hardest to achieve.

As you walk along the bridge of “hope,” you'll eventually arrive at the staircase of “I will.”

"I hope I get better. I will do everything in my power to make that happen."

Hope isn't just a word thrown around; it’s the first seed planted to grow an oak tree of love, thoughts, ideas, and actions.

Full of life.