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1:25am

I'm sat here, staring out of the double windows of the audit room and out onto the streets of VI, deep in thought. I've just read T.Notes 's post on hope and it left me thinking about how life would suck big time if one did not or could not hope....

Where would I be if i could not hope that tomorrow will be better than today? I see the homeless roaming the streets at night. Just opposite the office is a woman asleep on a bench. She's wrapped herself up tightly, no doubt to protect herself from mosquitoes. But what about rain? what if it rains? but i know that she has gone to sleep hoping that rain will not come tonight; for if it did, where would she sleep? there'll be no escaping it...

Where would we be if we could not hope that suffering and pain would come to an end? There's so much sadness in this world...if only we coul see...In the heart of a seemingly happy person lies a sadness that only he knows..and a hope that one day the sadness will end. And those poor begging children...if they couldnt hope that the next car to pass would be the one to pay for dinner, food for their bloating bellies....where would they be? perhaps lying on some sidewalk somewhere, waiting for death....

Where would the person who has been heartbroken be if he/she could not hope that one day the pain would be over? or the woman who longs for a child but cannot have one yet? or the man who goes out everyday looking for work just so that he may provide for his family.....without hope, where would the child who has been abused be if he/she could not hope that one day they'd be grown enough to leave the abusive environment? or the pain that comes from losing a loved one? without hope, where would the person left behind be?

Hope is such a strong force. It brings to light the lamps in our eyes. The will to continue living, to hustle on.

And I....if I couldnt hope that when I imagine that you'll be holding me when i go to sleep tonight, how lonely would I be? or that one day this distance would be shorter and i'd hold you again....

#np:All I Want ~ Susie Suh

Comments

Fabulo-la said…
Honestly, I think Hope is the only thing that keeps us going day to day.
TayneMent said…
As long as there is life there is hope.
T.Notes said…
So i'm listening to Susie Suh right now via you-tube. Funny,haven't heard of her before.*I Like, so thanx*.

I was just about to overwrite that post with another,but after reading this, think will let it hang abit. If i did shed a tear whilst writing that too,is not public info.*Male Macho non-disclosure*.lol.

I've read that "Hope is what made Abraham leave home without any idea where God was taking him." That gets to me. With hope, we just hope for the best,for something better, without even necessarily knowing if it will come true/play out as we hope, yet we hope. And subsequently we're able to wake up each new day n try again, reach out again, in hope...for hope.

And the best part about hope is, it does come true in the end-in one way or the other,we smile at last.

N may He hurry n come be your blanket.

P.S Appreciate the Tag. You summed it all up nicely!
Hmmmm....so true Audeo! Thank God for hope...that's wat's keepin me goin ;)

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