‘We’ humans are really strange. We , are very persistent , in-spite of several failures, several set backs in life we still lead life with the elusive factor called “Hope”. This Hope is basic commodity for any person to lead the next second in life without Hope a person is as equivalent as a dead corpse.
The beauty of this Hope is that it is so magical even though it is intangible it gives immense strength to lead life with lots of life in it. There might be no logical or scientific reasoning attached to a person’s Hope almost all the times. Its some serene ‘thing’ which everyone need to have 🙂
There are some gloomy days now and then for every person, in those days any thing in the world cannot motivate unless and until we have tiny Hope sprouting in our confused minds. Do we have any choice except for enjoying another season of hope???
Emily Dickinson has wonderfully compared the Hope of a person to the bird. Thought it would be apt to quote in this context.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
(Poem: Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson)