Waiting for Hope

The Will to be Onesself

This is my second installment on hope. It’s actually something I wrote about 15 years ago. It was during a unique period of my life and something I thought worth sharing given that I am currently on the hope theme.

Hope is not something that can be grasped or strained for. It is like a gentle spring breeze that blows passed you just when you thought winter would never end. It is the moment of complete peace, almost emptiness, you feel when diving into cool clear water on a hot day. The sensation of floating on the water… .silence.. .peace. The luxury of the moment, lacking the baggage of yesterday and the drain of tomorrow; after all the prayer, all the tears, all the plans, it slips in. Unnoticed it moves to your bedside, finding you there with nothing left to hold on to. Sweet peace silently rests its hand…

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