We cannot separate ourselves from components of our own lives any more than family members cease being family members by simply not being there. Life has many merry-go-rounds, but our life only goes around once – like the last bus at night because you don’t want to miss getting on or off at the correct stop, a time when calculation is called for and risk and reality are most important. But hope is something else.
Hope is never wrapped under some tree – waiting to be opened one morning. Nor will it show up as a surprise knock arriving at your door. Hope just needs to be in the room to comfort me. No miracle, no cure, just some hope.
Hope for change, hope for opportunity, hope for me than we’ve had or done or experienced before – we can ask for that every day but only actions make it come our way. Being sad or dejected that someone didn’t show up in our lives, or return, on schedule – couldn’t be there on time, that time, this time or any other time has nothing to do with me unless I allow my expectations to dictate terms. Ridiculous, I know, but I can’t dismiss it in others because I’ve played-out that illogic myself.
Hope is of self, about self and has little to do with tangible things – it is just hope, and hope is hopeful – always. Go ahead, get your hopes up. No need to be realistic – but best not to be a wild crazy dreamer. Which is not to say wild crazy dreams can’t come true – sometimes they do, so we should always be ready.
Thanks Mark for all your energy and consistency on the morning Muse. I don't read them all, but seems like the ones I do read are always thought provoking. Makes me thing- what have I missed? Anyways, thanks Mark and Merry Christmas, SM, Calgary, AB