"He that lives in hope danceth without music."
George Herbert
Hope is like music, it feeds the soul in such a satisfying way. It has a tempo that keeps our feet marching, even through the most brutal terrain. Without hope we become listless and overwhelmed by even the slightest irritations. And life is irritating in the extreme... but it is also precious enough to treasure by wrapping it with hope, when things are less than perfect.
And...face it folks...less than perfect is how everything is. But hope smoothes the bumpy patches. It gives breath to the winded. It straightens crooked backs and winding thoughts. It is all we have sometimes, but it is always enough to get us across even the widest of chasms if we allow it to lift us up.
I always hope for a better tomorrow, and see the best in even the darkest today. I view hardship as a challenge and sorrow as a lesson that I must master before I can move on. Opportunities are not all dressed in party clothes, some are ragged and tattered. When I feel naked and exposed, I simply wrap myself with hope and dance forward at whatever pace is possible.
THINK ABOUT IT
LET IT GROW
THEN DECIDE
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