I used to think of hope as a value – somehow the fact that hope had remained in Pandora’s box when everything flew off made me assign a special status as the personification of something almost mystical.
Lately, I have shifted in that belief – I think hope like happiness is a choice.
I believe that in any given moment we can choose glass half-empty or half-full mindsets – so we can choose to see the possibility of hope for something different in any situation.
I know some people who inspired hope in others in the darkest days – not in a sugary sweet way but grounded in gritty reality.
And lastly – hope means action. With hope comes the responsibility to act to change things for ourselves and others.
Maybe I’m wrong but I’m hoping to stay choosing hope over the alternative.