I read all your comments and I read all your emails and most of the time they make me smile so broadly that all you would see, if you could see, is gum and teeth. My real, spontaneous smile is dorky. But sometimes, your comments and your emails, make me sad. Because you, and you and you relate to some of the more painful seconds of my life.I hate that.
No matter our combined experiences, I grip onto hope because I have no other choice. Hope has saved me from becoming stone hard, and cynical. Sometimes, hope has tortured me and keeps me back; thinking of situations long past their expiration date. Very rarely, hope eludes me. And when it does, when I can no longer see or hear or feel hope, when I am no longer able to find inspiration, I read some words that a friend once penned with me in mind:
Hope fades.
It seeps through every crack until it doesn’t have enough to glow, and I know
that you’re tired. I see the blinds come over your eyes when you’re through with
looking out for that night-light you can keep in your pocket all the time.
Don’t put down that red lip-stick, don’t you dare. You need to draw
eyes to your lips because that is where people see your sunrising soul-
through your wise words and quirky quips,
the quick curve of your smile.
Hope fades, but it never dies.
You taught me that.
I will never put down that red lip-stick. (OK, maybe I will. But only to replace it with my pink one): don’t you dare put it down either.
Share with me, what inspires you to hold out for hope?
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Months ago, when something amazingly good happened to me, I grabbed a dry-erase marker and wrote on my mirror “Never ever worry again. God always delivers”. Whenever I see that, it reminds me that my life is always changing, whether or not I realize it, and that I CAN change things for the better. Things do get better, eventually. And the hard times teach us to be stronger. Beautiful post.
Always that I am an awesome person..I look at my friends who are amazing and tell myself that clearly they wouldn’t be friends with me if I were an asshole :)
Knowing other people don’t give up hope makes me have hope.
Also, such beautiful words written about you!
That’s me, so thank you!
My mother gives me hope. Even though my heart and spirit was crushed earlier this year, she shows strength like I’ve never seen. She’s alone and fragile after a 30 year broken marriage but she still stands up and lives her life each day.
Waking up. Every day I wake up there’s something that I can do, or some way I can say something to someone that maybe no one else can…
I believe that one person can make a difference, both to one person and to the world, and that gives me the strength to hold out for hope about all things as long as is necessary…
Heart, heart, heart.
I still mean every word.
I have no idea. I hope, because I can’t help it. Hope has also caused me to hold onto situations long past their expiration date, but lately hope is what has made me day better when by all other measurements, it shouldn’t be a good day.
As someone who has held out for hope her entire life, through so-so relationships and bad relationships and periods of seemingly everlasting loneliness, I’ve gotta tell you that the other end, the thing that you’re holding out for, is so fucking worth it.
Right now the man I’m gonna marry, the one I hit on at a bar on Valentine’s Day who put a fucking ring on my finger two weeks ago, is making me chocolate peanut butter bananas in our kitchen right now. If you had told me I was going to find this guy even a year ago, I would have laughed at you. But here he is, teasing my Siamese cat and joking with me and, god damn, it’s so fucking worth it to hold out for hope.
What inspires me to hold on to hope is myself. I only have one life, one heart. If I ever give up my own happiness what else could possibly be more worth holding out for? ;)