have been times when I've almost given up hope. It's
simply an awful feeling, too, that makes one feel. . .
well, hopeless. For at that point our thoughts are
telling us that there's nothing bright or good for us in
our futures, that no matter what we do, things will stay
as bad as they are or even get worse.
is another element of our lives, though, that could stand
some effort on our parts. This isn't something we're
taught as we grow up, though--we're just told over and
over again not to lose hope.
our hope alive means keeping our eyes and ears and hearts
open to all that is around us so that we can witness,
first-hand, many of the beautiful things around us that
continue to be good and beautiful. It means seeing
the positive things that other people are making part of
their own lives and accepting the idea that those things
can happen for us, too--if we're willing to put in a bit
of effort to make them happen. It means realizing
that the sun comes up after every dark night, even if it
may dawn to a cloudy day--the sun will shine again.
Ask the people in Seattle and other areas where they have
much rain. The sun always does return.
that isn't enough, though. Accepting that fact is
the important part, and allowing ourselves to be
comfortable in the darkness because we know it shall end
is extremely important. We don't lose our hope--we
let it go. And in some cases, we push it away.
We make our lives much richer, though, when we make an
effort to strengthen our hope ourselves.