Hope is a gamble. You hold out your hand and wonder if it will be filled or stay, palm up, empty.
Trust, butterflies, and looking up……steady as she goes. Hope is belief. It is color and what’s possible.
Hopelessness swallows you inch by inch. It is feet shuffling and nothing on the horizon.
I will always bet on hope. Even if that hope is deferred I will not give up on it. It is a life-preserver. It’s what makes the world go ‘round.
Hope wins every time.
My kids after I said, “smile”.
In handbags by matt & nat
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