Hope can be an elusive concept.
It can be there one minute and gone the next.
Some say that it constant but for many, hope ebbs and flows. For others, hope is less of a feature, more of a creature that is rare, enigmatic and unworldly. It hides and has never been seen.
Within the opera of life, hope appears on stage more than once, if we allow it.
If we believe in hope as a concept, it’s in every act and will gladly take the applause too.
Hope is a conviction, a belief, an emotion, a state of being and a vision. It is built on the faith that things will get better and activates an immutable perseverance.
Hope is whatever you want to be. If you need hope to be life-saving, then it will be. If you don’t hold out much hope then don’t be surprised if luck isn’t on your side. You are the hope-monger. You are the engineer of hope.
We conjure up hope to deal with the drama and to offer an exit strategy from the dead-ends. Hope helps us to cope and stay afloat.
It can evaporate but only if we allow it too. If hope does seemingly disappear into thin air then that’s because it does within the Hope Cycle.
That hope you felt may have evaporated into a cloud of high hopes but this cloud will get heavy at some point and release lots of little hope bubbles. You’ll see them if you want to.
Bubbles of hope can and do pop but don’t worry if that happens, there’s plenty of them and besides, they shower you with confidence and positivity.
Some bubbles of hope might land right in your lap but others you’ll have to chase and there’s fun to be had doing that. There will be bubbles that get away though so be prepared for the odd disappointment. But as a hope-aholic full of controlled optimism, you know there are plenty more bubbles of hope that will come your way. The glimmers of hope are always there.
A hope-aholic is a hope catcher, a hope hatcher, a hope monger, a hope punk, a hope enzyme.
When hope hits the ground, you can cultivate it, grow it and export it. If you have a decent supply of hope, it’s good to share it. Those without hope are especially grateful to get a delivery of it until they can grow their own.
To live in hope, one thing we have to do is fight for it. Hope in itself needs defending from those eager to destroy it. That can’t happen, not on our watch.
We fight for hope because it’s worth fighting for, it sustains us and keeps us going. We fight for it, stubbornly and relentlessly with a fearless spirit even when the odds are long. It gives meaning to our purpose and struggle. We have to be hope catchers and hope hatchers.
Choose hope, today, tomorrow and always. Don’t let it get away from you. Keep it close. Hold on to it, nurture if and be a catalyst of hope.