Oh, imagine yourself in a building Up in flames being told to stand still The window's wide open This is leap is on faith You don't know who will catch you Maybe somebody will The ocean is wild and over your head And the boat beneath you is sinking Don't need room for your bags Hope is all that you have .......Sara Bareilles
I often wonder if “Hope” is as cheap as people make it seem, I mean getting dragged into almost every conversation and taking the centre stage has to make it something that is reachable or at least not so far off. And when it seems like we lack traces of it? We’re asked to find it and keep it, like it’s just there waiting for us to reach out and grasp it.
On some days, Hope is cheap; common and available for us to see and even feel. On those days it pulls us out of whatever darkness seems to be engulfing us and saves us. On the other days, hope seems expensive and tough to reach, unlike before it grows thin and becomes almost invisible to reach, nearly dissolved.
I have hoped for a number of things in my life and I certainly still hope for a lot more but the past couple of months, even though it is what we seem to have left, hope seems to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Today and after now, I wish that the tangible and substantial nature of hope will reach out to me and carry me as far as it can, at least until I have won this race called life.
How are you?
