Hope, A Love Letter to Life

Hope. A powerful thought. A little spark of hope can create a wildfire of possibilities. Hope can inspire. Hope can invigorate. Hope can be scary as all get out. Most of all, if allowed to thrive hope can create.

A few times in my life I have thought I had given up hope. I have experienced situations that were so bleak and difficult that I thought there was absolutely no hope of my life improving.  In those moments I found that somewhere in that despair surrounding me there was a spark, a push, a nudge from the universe that propelled me out of it. In two of the most difficult experiences of my life I found a strength I never imagined I had. To persevere and to grow out of the darkness. Holding to hope that everything would get better and taking steps, leaps, and jumps to get to that better place.

As I look around the world now I start to think there is little hope left. That isn’t the case at all. My love letter to life is grounded in my belief that there is always hope and that there is always good.

Dear life,

You aren’t always kind, you put blockades and disasters in my path. You constantly teach me and push me to grow beyond my fears and to push past expecting the unrealistic of myself and others. Sometimes the quests you send me on seem impossible. Yet, in the most impossible of quests you remind me that there is a point to the trials. You often have something or someone come along to add kindling to the spark of hope so that it burns brighter. Reminding me that we need people who care about us, that we need the connection so that we can help each other keep hope burning bright.

You consistently bring me back to the reminder that there is beauty everywhere. Reminding me that I am flawed and that is beautiful. You create a hunger to learn, to get outside the box. You show me that love exists in unlikely places and that there are people who can see the wonderful in my imperfections.

You are my teacher. You are a story that will continue long after my body is walking on this planet.

When I forget the joy of you, thank you for reminding me of all the good that surrounds me. For cultivating a persistent hope to carry me through all of the moments of you.

Much love!

Published by: nakedfeethappygirl

Not a fan of shoes. Love trails, painting, the sky, Dr. Who, Sherlock, and my little spotted dog. Founding member of Team FlashFoot. Obsessed with taking photos of the sky and flowers. Would rather be working in the yard than in a group of people. Sundays are made for margaritas.

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