Life seems comprised of impossibilities, and yet I remain the optimist. I know that I am gullible and perhaps foolish, but I choose to see the rainbow… and believe in its promise. I have, consequentially, fallen on my butt more that once. I have had my heart broken. I have picked up the shards of my broken dreams. My grief and shame has left me disoriented and stunned. But always, I have held firmly to the small string of hope that has grown like a tissue – and is a bit of me.
“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
― Shel Silverstein
I live for the new sunrise and the promise of warmth. I believe in change and second chances. The possibility of tomorrow has given me strength to withstand the disappointments of today. Hope anchors my soul.
It’s like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It’s a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it’s the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.”― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me
Hope is not dreaming, wishing or faith. It is a combination of all three with a binding dose of passion and thanks. Hope is the precious part of you that only you can nurture to a beautiful reality. And if that reality somehow shatters, it is hope that persuades you to pick up the shards and imagine what lovely ideas you can muster from the mess.
At times when ugliness rears its ruinous head and my hope is sunk by worry or despair, that glimmer has been rekindled by the strength of others. If I had chosen not to listen to their hopeful words, if my heart was not already waiting to be filled with hope’s lovely light, then my fear would have consumed any chance of happiness. Is not hope courage after all?
The bravery of my daughters concerned for my serenity, and the bravery of good friends redirecting their pain into the hope for a better tomorrow have reminded me that happiness is a choice. My choice. No one else has the power to take my blessings, my love of life or my hope for happiness for the ones I love.
Hope is everywhere, if I only look for it. It is the innocence and pure glory of a newborn child. It is the wild flower that blooms in the barren sands of the desert. Hope is the prayer in the morning and the remembrance of prayers answered. Hope is knowing that the bitter frost of winter will soon thaw into spring – and with it new growth and the calming impact of fresh green blades of grass and the scent of lilacs in the soft breeze.
Hope is living in the minute. Knowing that the next might be the brightest yet. Realizing that I am taking charge of my own thoughts and I am taking them someplace lovely. The heartaches that follow each of us like a dark cloud will not disappear, and I would be foolish to imagine that my hopes will solve all the glitches that the world throws. But these obstacles cannot take from me my faith nor my determination to be the best me that I can, unless I choose it.
Stress is a popular term used for every enigma that plagues us. Stress is known for causing depression, poor health, bad eating habits and loss of confidence and conviction. But by emphasizing the trauma that stress causes, we are choosing fear to dominate over our contentment. Hope is the possibility that the wretched moments will pass and might lead to a lesson in excellence. Hope is the stepping stone from the improbable to limitlessness.
It does not mean that I am setting aside all that pains me. On the contrary, I am hoping that the end game will be far-reaching and magnificent. I am hoping that all that is puzzling me now will someday be comprehensive, and I will have a lovely a-ha moment that will remain with me, always.
After all, if life went just the way I had wanted, my now would be much less substantial. So I will trust and hope for the future to lead me where I am supposed to be. I pray that the trials of my loved ones have transpired for some vast purpose that will bring about ultimate blessings for them and for those around them.
From my favorite Author, I quote,
“I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.” Charles Dickens, Great Expectations