Hope is a powerful thing.
Hope shines a light on what’s possible, on the potential, on the forward motion.
Hope is only heretofore; you cannot have hope for the past.
Hope is unlimited, constrained only by the extent of imagination and will, unabashed as much – or as little – as it is allowed to be.
Hope tells us it will work out, that things may be different or difficult or deferred or deterred, but that we’ll make it.
Hope is tattooed on my ribs (yes, this is me).
Hope is what we need right now.
I’m grateful for Hope.
