Hope is a four letter word.
Never thought about it much, did you?
Well, I have. Four letters. Just long enough to spell out a word that means allot to many people.
Hope is what you aspire to. Long for. Accomplish even.
Not everyone has hope or wants to hope. Some people have given up — to hope — to them — it’s just a pipe dream. Something to daydream about. One day, I’ll have hope.
In my travels so far, I’ve found that Hope is like going on a diet. It’s going to take you the rest of your life to achieve it and live with it. So, you might as well get it right the first time.
There’s a first time for hope. Seriously?
Not everyone thinks that way, but I do. Hope is one of those rare things that few people really have learned to cherish. Without hope, what else is there left to live for?
For some people that’s a weighted conversation all on its own, but for my purposes, I’ve begun to hope that life for me will finally settle down into something that I can live with — inside and outside of me.
Hope for me is the time when both sides of me agree and go forth in a positive direction.
Hope is learning how to cope with all manners of stress and not let it get to me emotionally, physically, or mentally.
Hope is learning how to go forward and learn from the present.
Hope is not looking backwards, but setting my eyes on the mission that I’m setting up for myself.
Hope is learning how to live with oneself without splitting into millions of pieces to cope for you when you’re present self is not up to it.
I’m sure many people can fill in the blanks for what Hope means to them. However, the most important part of hope is that it’s an on learning experience. It keeps on ticking while taking a licking to paraphrase a watch commercial that aired 40 years ago. I won’t like it if they run a truck tire over me to prove that the watch keeps on taking time, but I suspect you get the general picture.
Hope is when all else fails and you’ve got nothing to loose. And, some days, that’s exactly how I feel. Everything that I’ve put my hand to has sucked, failed, or in general collapsed under it’s own weight. But, Hope spears me that.
It enables me to dream on and picture myself in a quiet shelter where the waves barely break upon the shore.
That’s what hope is to me.
What’s hope to you?
Let me know and we’ll compare notes.
Until next time… .