A sack full of hopes......
As I sit here having some troubled thoughts about my life in general, I have come to a realization of that the driving force behind what keeps me going is the shear fact of a small word, and act called HOPE. During Good times and bad, in acceptance and rejection, during peace and arguments, I always look ahead and forward with HOPE for what is best and a better tomorrow. When I think about all the hopes that I have, it is evident that my hopes are like Santa Claus's toy sack. I find that HOPE is much more acceptable to my outlook , then to actually say the word goal. Hopes are wishes that can be dismissed as they can come and or be dismissed. Goals are more concrete and much more of a let down if not achieved. HOPE describes me pretty much for whom I am and what I feel. Individuals or situations can accept me and or dismiss me, reject me. Some say I make my world to complicated, I tend to refute that, and think that I remain to keep my same open minded and spirited so that I do not miss out on grasping that peice of the world willing to give me a chance. Well I will stop babbling, just felt good to write it out and read if back to myself. I am a quite confused individual, am I not? Here is to HOPING....