The Beauty of Hope

Sometimes things in life are so beautiful you have to look at them twice. The first glimpse captures such a breathtaking feeling that a slight ambiguity would question its true authenticity. The second validates its existence, pervades the mind, body, and soul, leaving a once hollow interior with all the hope, power, and conviction that such beauty offers. Its easy to cast blame on a world so sinister and cruel, but in the midst of all its deficiencies I have to believe in all its capabilities and full potential. I cannot regress that there is power in the weak, there is hope in the despair, and there is possibility in the impossible In all this world’s imperfections, this night strikes a chord in me, bringing me back to my childhood innocence and belief that anything is possible. My gratitude surpasses my knowledge for this belief, thankful that although years have passed, I still hold fast to this principle, having a tendency to trust too easily, and believe in those that at times do not even believe in themselves. It may be detrimental at times, even naive to think this way, but I cannot waver for exactly the reason this night has compelled me to write. Where can we go in life, what can we accomplish, how can we fulfill our passions, if we do not trust, hope, and believe in change; change that sometimes feels elusive, but change that allows each of us to grow, strengthen, and empower. Life, is beautiful.