Hope.
Why we need it, especially now.
These last couple of weeks, like most people, have brought up a lot of feelings for me. At points, it feels as though WWIII is right around the corner and other times we see a peek of sunlight through the darkness. At this moment, there are still so many uncertainties in the world and what our fellow humans in Ukraine are dealing with.
There was a time when I was a kid and even into my teens, when it felt as though I, too, was being punished by Zeus and was forced to hold up the sky. One comfort I did have was writing. Back then, I did not write anything exactly creative. The writings of the day were just pages of sadness and depression.
Even in the darkness, I had something though, something at the time I wasn’t sure I knew what it was. The word didn’t matter so much, but the feeling of it is what pushed me to another day. Later in life, I realized it was hope.
Hope.
Merriam Webster’s definition of hope is “a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.”
That is exactly where I was when I was young, afraid, and alone. In my head, all I could think of was “when I get older this or that will happen”. I had so much hope that everything would be easier to manage. I would do something and that something would be great with my life. Hope saved my life.
