If you ask me, hope is God’s pixie dust. It changes everything. And, when we’re without it, we are at a total loss. Defeated.
My friend and I were texting yesterday about hope, and Facebook knew so it provided this poem in my feed. I screenshotted it and sent to to the friend with whom I had been texting. When I did, I failed to get the author. I’ll update it when I find it again so attribution can be appropriately given.
In the meantime, my wish for you, for me, for the whole.freaking.world right now is hope.
Happiest of New Year’s, friends.
