Better Than Hope
For the longest time, I wanted to have hope. I wanted to sling wispy filaments from my heart toward people and things and future scenes and to feel the urgency of yearning. I thought that was what I needed to keep moving. I thought that was what I needed to reboot my life and my dreams.
What I have now is something better. I have me and the discovery of my own company. Deeper things that have always been at the core of my being, namely will and desire, are refreshingly renewed. It is not enough just to dream; every day I shape my life as it will be. It is wonderful to feel resolve coursing through my veins like blood.
It is also exciting to know that the end result will not just be my own - outside variables will come into play, and others will have their stint at the wheel.
I look forward to it with a sensation better and stronger than hope, and a healthy dose of gratitude.
What I have now is something better. I have me and the discovery of my own company. Deeper things that have always been at the core of my being, namely will and desire, are refreshingly renewed. It is not enough just to dream; every day I shape my life as it will be. It is wonderful to feel resolve coursing through my veins like blood.
It is also exciting to know that the end result will not just be my own - outside variables will come into play, and others will have their stint at the wheel.
I look forward to it with a sensation better and stronger than hope, and a healthy dose of gratitude.