Lucky and Free.

I’m learning to be satisfied with the measure I’m granted every day of my life.

I’ve been learning to reach out and grasp all the life that flies by me even as it goes past. There’s no one as lucky and free as me, no one as lucky and free.

Hope.

A reason to carry on.

A reason to keep going when the going gets hard.

When the tears run down your cheeks and you can’t seem to find the friendship or love you seek,

There’s something that keeps you going,

a deep force that won’t let you give up,

a light that illuminates the darkness and reveals something profound and breathtakingly raw.

Hope.

When everything seems to slip through your fingers

And you’re drowning in the ocean of self-pity

There’s something that keeps you from giving up.

There must be a brighter side.

There must be a fuller life.

Why else would you push through.

Why else would you do what you do.

Hope.

Some say that it is hope of success.

Hope of improvement.

Hope of love.

But I daresay that it must be hope of something much bigger for it to be so strong.

For it to cause the drunk man to become sober,

For the impoverished to keep trying

For those who’ve lost everything to keep breathing.

Hope that transforms lives.

Hope that elicits tears yet dries them at the same time.

Hope that heals.

Hope that reveals.

Hope that drives.

Hope that keeps us alive.

Hope that there may be something deeper and more beautiful.

Hope that we may find Life.