“Hope is the thing with feathers. That perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words. And, never stops at all” – Emily Dickinson
I believe the aforementioned quote fully embodies the true essence of hope/hoping. It is an ethereal occurrence that lies in each and everyone of us – resting deep within our hearts and without fail sings songs of courage without lyrics, but still, we fully understand the message it wants to convey. And it truly truly, never stops at all. Not at the expense of challenge or obstacles the tests the vulnerability of our being human.
It is the beating hearts of our souls. Our dreams and aspirations. Our wishes and our prayers. Hoping encompasses love, passion, depression and hatred.
The comeliness of hoping brings about the best in everyone. Giving light amongst our darkest time. Shredding deceit thus showing honor and truth. And ultimately, pours out love into a pot of hatred.
That my friend, for me, is the truest substance of Hope.