Hope is an interesting thing, I think—I would be curious to hear how others see it.
I wrote about hope on July 9, 2011 and it found me again today. It must be fate.
The intersection between 2011 and today could be described as a LOVE between hope and fate. Perhaps they have always been a pair.
Because the second I lose hope, I hear a song on the radio with just the right words.
And the moment I argue belief, I have a conversation with a stranger that refills my heart.
Points of frustration (running late, with a long list of demands waiting) are met with minute-saving green lights,
and disappointment disappears with a memory-pop on my phone.
In 2011, this was my re-ask: ”Is it possible to hold your hope down?
As fate would have it, 10 years later, I still respond with a hard no.