Dare To Lose Hope And Set Your Sight On Freedom
Finding boldness to quit fighting for what is no longer worth it
I was there. With my feet on the ground, I fixed my eyes on the distant rainbow. I perceived what I yearned for would provide me with a certain sense of fulfillment. I clung to a shred of the glorious future, all in the name of hope. Oh, the sweet pain of anticipation.
I held on, trusting and believing, relentlessly pursuing. I placed my dreams on a pedestal, knowing there was always a chance to rise if I didn’t give up. I’m determined to stay the course even when it is frustrating and exhausting. I held on to the belief that hope does not disappoint.
I kept the flame burning in my soul. I continued holding on to unfulfilled desires, broken dreams, and people who have left. I clung to aspirations that no longer support my growth. I struggled to maintain confidence, yet I couldn’t help feeling amiss. I wonder if all the effort is worth it. How long should I hold to the conviction that a better life exists beyond the horizon? Am I clinging to the dying breath of a fading dream?
What happens when dreams collapse?
We paddle for hope because it appeals to our hearts even when reality gets in the way. It…
