Hope is such a strange concept. To always believe that things will get better even when all evidence points to things staying the same. I have been blessed with hope, I always believe that I have the power to make things better. That no matter what situation I’m in, things will get better. I don’t understand it because I’m lazy and giving up sounds good to me but hope says differently.
Hope says to work harder.
Hope says to keep on going.
Hope says to never give up.
Hope says that things will get better.
Hope says that there is always tomorrow.
Of all the voices in my head outlining all my different options, I’m glad that Hope is the loudest and clearest voice. And it’s instructions are always so simple, “don’t stop now, just keep going, you’re closer than you think.”
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