Imagine…

…no, not the Lennon song.

Imagine a world without hope.

I’m watching Warehouse 13, and at the end of season 3 the warehouse blows up, destroying the original Pandora’s box with the one thing that was left in it, Hope. The desolation of losing Hope, literally, spreads through the world, making stock markets crash, mass suicides, rioting – you name it. The world lost hope.

Have you ever thought about what makes you get up in the morning when you’re not feeling well? Or, you’re going through some kind of emotional turmoil. A kid is sick. Your partner is playing up. Work sucks. Traffic. Not enough money. Injustices you see in the world around you. Child abuse. Animal abuse. Stupid ass politicians doing their best to ruin the land you were born in.

Yet, even with all these things, we all get up every morning. We get out of bed and we get ready to face yet another day. Because we always have hope.

Hope is that little voice in the back of your head urging you on. Helping you make the decision to lift yourself out of the pit you’re in, get out of bed, go on. You go and visit the sick kid. You hope that they will be allright, and if they’re not, hope helps you carry on afterwards.Of course you grieve. You have to. But most people, instead of giving up, will go on to live their lives to the best of their ability.

If, however, you lose hope, you see no reason to carry on. Why bathe and clean yourself if you have no hope? Why even bother getting out of bed if you have no hope? Why work at a sucky job if you have no hope? Why live a full life if you don’t have hope?

Hope is what makes a cat crawl onto your lap time and again – eventually you’re going to let him sit there. Hope is what makes you face traffic every morning – you hope that today it will not be too bad. You hope that one day you will be able to travel without having to deal with traffic.

And you know what? Eventually all that hope does pay off. In little ways, but it pays off. You get to greet the day with a smile instead of a groan, you get to see the beauty where before you saw none. You can look at yourself in the mirror and believe, with hope, that today is going to be a good day.

and now, I have to rush to get showered for Mother’s day whatever with the mom and the sister and no kids and no C. But I always have hope that things will turn around.

Hope your mother’s day is a good one regardless of what kind of kids you’ve got πŸ™‚

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16 comments on “Imagine…

  1. Beautiful song
    Wishing you a beautiful Sunday
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    β•šβ•β•©β•β•©β•β•©β•β•.*.**´¨`*β€’

    My angels’ kiss
    I stare into her eyes
    My heart is missing a beat
    A feeling of pure bliss
    I’m walking on water
    Heart repaired completely
    From my angels β€˜kiss
    I’m feeling so very special
    I feel like me at last
    Love shining like a blazing star
    Breathtaking and beautiful
    I’m off with the only one i love
    Sealed with a kiss

  2. Hope is so important. I get cross with gloomy novels that are just a downward spiral into blackness for all their characters, ending with the destruction of all hope. My crossness increases when the authors win literary prizes for such gloom. The same goes for films like that, too. There has to be hope — just has to be. It’s the thing throughout history has kept people going through the most appalling circumstances.

  3. “Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.” ~ Christopher Reeve
    I’m sure your mom was thrilled to have you and your sister with her today. I hope things turn around for you and C. *hugs*

    • We had a good lunch indeed πŸ™‚
      Hope your mother’s day was also a good one.
      As for me and C – time will tell. It always does…

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