Let’s hear it for the ferociousness of hope. Hope keeps me tethered to the planet. It gets me out of bed. Hope kicks my ass into gear. It keeps me open. Hope finds a way. It is the crack of light that shows me all is not darkness; all is not lost. Hope is one foot in front of the other over and over again. Hope is not for sissies.
Hope is not a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. It is an axe you break down doors within an emergency. Hope should shove you out the door, because it will take everything you have to steer the future away from endless war, from the annihilation of the earth’s treasures and the grinding down of the poor and marginal… To hope is to give yourself to the future – and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable. ~Rebecca Solnit
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Ferocious Friday Writing Prompt~ What is your relationship to hope? How does it manifest inside of you or is it illusive? If you do tend to be a hopeful person, where does it come from? What does hope taste like, smell like, feel like, look like?