When my day is over, I feel a range of emotions, but I also feel accomplished. I have no unkind words for myself. No feelings of failure.
I may go to sleep sad, but I always go to sleep knowing I did my best...and I am happy with that.
I wear a piece of my husband around my neck and my heart on my sleeve. I have the courage to live with loneliness, with sorrow, with pain... But if I continue on, making my way through this life the best way I can, I'm confident that loneliness will cease, sorrow will resolve, and pain will ease. I have hope.
Hope is a beautiful and precious thing. It reminds me of a tiny pearl, wedged inside a dark crevice. You have to pry it out.
hope (verb): to cherish a desire with anticipation; trust; to expect with confidence
hope (noun): the feeling of wanting something to happen and thinking that it could happen; a feeling that something good will happen or be true; the chance that something good will happen; someone or something that may be able to provide help; someone or something that gives you a reason for hoping
I have long said that hope is my favorite personal value. Some people value honesty above all else. Some, strength. Others, honor. The list goes on.
I value hope most of all. Without it, there can be no love. Without it, loneliness, sorrow, and pain remain forever.
Hope is the difference between a bad day and bad life.