Isn’t our life but an abiding yearning for hope? That’s a good thing right?

We hope our spouse and parents will keep loving us.
We hope our children will do well, be independent, keep learning.
We hope our politicians will not be corrupt.
We hope our cricketers will win the world cup.
We hope India will regain its lost glory.
We hope we will find contentment.
We hope Corona will go away.


“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” – Emily Dickinson

Hope is the soul switch that puts on the light, setting aflame the will to think, to do, to persist, and to achieve.

Hope is immortal.  It is a god gift.

Hope keeps us going. Hardship sometimes swamps us with dread and darkness, making us hopelessly(!) miserable.  A bud of hope is all we need. One tiny thought, a tiny flicker of light…

Hope is the spring well from which dreams arise.
It makes ladders visible in the darkness that we will ascend.
It shines a light on meaning.
It is the elixir.

Without hope, there cannot be life.


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