Give me an ounce of hope to dispel a gallon of despair.
Pour hope into despair and watch its contents BLOOM.
Its veins curl and reach every thick, deep element of gloomy stagnation,
changing its color, clouding its perspective, transforming its makeup.
No longer known by the pain that once was, but defined by the truth that is now.
Hope. is. an. identity.
Be it fully. Bring it fully.
Become the beacon that brightly boasts of the fresh hope blooming in your heart.
Spring feels like a new beginning. And with new beginnings comes the shedding of the old and the responsibility to step into the new as it calls from ahead.
Hope is a new beginning. Hope is a joyful expectation of good, a trust in something bigger than you. It’s a deep desire for something more and the action tied to making it a reality. Sometimes its the only string keeping you from plummeting off a cliff.
Sometimes hope feels like a game of hide-and-seek, an endless cycle of losing and finding it. Or maybe it’s been gone for a long time, and despair rules the heart like cancer that’s taken over.
But regardless of if you can see it or not, if you can feel it or not, HOPE remains.
And the tiniest shimmer of hope can light up the thickest dark.
Don’t lose it, and if it’s already lost, go find it.