Hope is the thing with feathers according to Emily. I am not entirely sure what she means by that. Hope floats? Perhaps. I don't agree.
Hope does ask something of us and it is a heavy ask. It asks that we accept it. Hope knows that it is not a light or an easy thing to accept. Hope knows that to accept it may mean that we give something up, that brick by brick, heavy stone by heavy stone, we change something in ourselves, that we may not want to change.
Because, we cannot accept hope without giving up despair. And hope does not mean that we give up on reality, that we lay down all true thoughts and reason and say la-di-da to the universe. Hope would never ask such a thing of us...else it would not be hope. It would be meaningless. Hope knows that it is heavy and it asks that we carry it around with us anyway.
Hope isn't giving us answers. Hope knows that there is no control.
Hope is just a tiny light. It doesn't get us to where we want to be. It just lights the way to where we are.
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