Hope

It marches on, and is a mysterious force that splits the sky.

There are two square meters of land my back yard. After rainy day, I plowed it. I planted seeds — lettuce, eggplants, and cherry tomatoes.

The vegetables grew with their backs upright and their faces moving upwards into the sky. I felt joy and excitement to see them grow. While I took good care of each leaf, I had hope for a table full of fluttering greens. 

Standing in a field in spring, you can see how great the hope of nature is. A young sprout sticks out its head out through the ground that has been frozen all winter. Soon, the whole landscape will be green.

Hope is a mysterious power.

It is the force that propels all living things to go  forward.

It creates shadows in nature and in ordinary daily life.

Hope is a mysterious force that splits the sky.

It is the window of hope that opens a new future. Hope is the reason you don't get lost in life's whirlpool because even a glimmer of it can open up a path… a path to march, underneath the stars.

Hope fears the familiar.

Hope cannot be found in complacency.

It doesn't like to stay or be part of a cycle.

It is invisible, intangible, and unheard.

Hope brings us together. It creates wings, allows us to overcome a loved one’s death, and gives birth to today.

The bible says not to let our present sufferings overcome us and remember it is nothing compared the glory that is inside all of us.