I’ve been thinking a lot about HOPE lately, and my past and present feelings about it.
I used to be quite a tentative “hoper.” I would hear all the time AND say to myself frequently:
“Don’t get your hopes up!”
But I have a new attitude about HOPE recently.
My thought is that life is scattered with hopeless moments. There are times when you wish you had even a fragment of something to look forward to. Those are depressing times. I’ve lived those times… OFTEN, and far too recently.
I’ve decided that when I finally have something to actually hope for, DANG IT – I’m going to get my hopes UP! I want to stand on the rooftops and shout it out! “I HOPE!!” I LOVE how I feel when I am HOPE-FILLED.
It feels SO GOOD!!
Sure, what I’m hoping for might not actually happen.
Often I end up being disappointed, and that’s my forever excuse for not being hopeful in the first place. But isn’t it worth it to just allow yourself to feel joyful with HOPE? At least for the precious time to wonder and imagine that maybe something GOOD is about to happen? It is in our moments of hope when our imaginations soar. We see life as an endless sea of possibilities! It’s such a wonderful place to be… even if only for a fleeting moment.
At least you HAD that moment. You felt it. You held it. A moment to raise your face to the sun and smile, grateful for the feeling… because for so long you have felt such void of hope.
And because you allowed yourself to feel that hope, maybe you’ll allow yourself the treat of feeling it again.
I know I will.
It’s a wonderful place to be.
“Hope is a good thing,” Stephen King writes in Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption. “Maybe the best of good things.”
I totally agree.