HOPE

                                                                    HOPE

 “Our hopes are sometimes fulfilled, and at other times they come crashing down against the wall that is reality. In either case, if we cease to hope and dream; we lose a certain part of our very humanity” …P.I.B.

 “They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for”

   Tom Bodett

  In the purest sense..Hope is what we wish for, the desired outcome; that which we would most like to occur. In many ways it’s similar to a life raft that we all can cling to, in a sea of uncertainty. It’s that little voice in the back of your head that tells us “it’s ok, you can do it”, while the rest of the world says it’s impossible. It encompasses our belief in ourselves, in others, in God, our ability to realize our dreams.

  Hope comes from within and shines out. It’s our inner most feeling, that defies logic or explanation. It’s what we aspire to, what we dream of. I’m not sure if it comes from the mind or the heart. It is sometimes felt, sometimes talked about, but it can also be seen in the eyes of a hungry child.

   Hope gives us a reason to live, a reason to face tomorrow. It offers optimism in the face of tyranny. Thru war, pain, suffering, sickness, injustice, and every human ailment and endeavor it burns brightly. Even in our bleakest hour, we can never lose faith or hope.

  Hope, almost by definition defies logic and reason. It helps define who we are, and what we aspire to. It is the sum of our dreams and desires. Our hope gives us the inner strength to hold out or move forward, one more hour, or one more day. And perhaps if we have the strength to act, we can change things.

  Hope is that small flame inside us that burns brightly, even on the darkest day. It gives us reason to hold out for that one chance in a thousand. It can make even the impossible, somehow within reach. We can cling to its promise and prevail despite the odds against us. It is the stuff that dreams are made of, it’s a road map for our subconscious mind.

  I know that I will never give up or deviate from my course, as long as there is hope. It empowers me, it’s what makes me human.

     “Hope is the stuff that miracles are made of”…..P.I.B.

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                                                            P.I.B.