Hope
What am I hopeful about?
There’s a lot of bullshit in our world.
Like oceans of it.
Just like in oceans, there are sharks and other creatures that will eat you alive.
It’s easy to drown in it.
But, there are also boats and yachts, and massive ships.
There are even people who swim it and navigate for many miles.
That’s what the handful of things that give me hope are.
They’re the pieces that knit together my survival yacht in a world deep in troubles and suffering.
My hope for this world is:
Myself - I am hopeful because I’m here, breathing, kicking, and grinding every day to be and do better.
My wife and kids - When I’ve not wanted to live for me, they’ve given me a reason to press forward. I see in their struggle and successes, and just my pure love for them, that life is worth living.
My parents and siblings - It’s tough to see people get swallowed up by the cares of this world. They have and don’t even realize it. But, I know the remnants of who they’ve been are locked away in there. They’re just being consumed by the lies and deceit. Despite this, their true character shines through.
Friends - I put these people in the same category as my parents and siblings. Good to the core. Just blind and clueless. But where there is base goodness, there is hope.
The “flood” - I am hopeful that a new “flood” is coming. Yes, I mean that destruction, desolation, and the great renewal are happening. I believe that it will result in what needs to be purged being so. And what must live on will not completely die out, but will survive and flourish.