Hope should possess metal-rod-spine-like tensile strength – steadying us when we’d rather slump into a pile, depressed by some bad day.
Hope, putting spring in our steps when spring isn’t here yet, lifting us at our lowest.
Hope for selves, our neighbours – hope for mankind; cheering for our team, for everyone, for every team. Hope is not generous – though it could be; for world peace, for stamping out disease, poverty and starvation. Hope for prosperity, for good health – why cannot these be generously wished for, for everyone?
Because we don’t like everyone.
We like our kind – local likeminded people we know, they speak our language, look like us.
What about those who look, act, think and behave differently?
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