We humans are blessed to be born with the ability to ‘hope’. Hope. The one word on which the world survives. How aware we are, that one day it will all end; the life for which we strive so hard, will come to an end. And, yet, we keep going. No matter what. How well we know, that those holding our hands today, are as mortal as we are, and will not be by our sides as time will whisk them away from us some day, and yet, we shed every drop of blood and sweat for their survival, for their happiness. All in the hope that those moments we are together, there will be smiles and laughter in every heart around us.
We are here, for an uncertain, but a certainly short period of time, still, we aspire to find joy in every breath we take, every moment we live. And, during this short, yet precious span of time, how well we manage to build dreams, for ourselves, for our people, and labour endlessly to fulfil those dreams. All the while clinging to that single thread of hope, that the happiness we have achieved out of those dreams, will be enough to last us on our journey here.
Hope. Every breath that God takes, is hope. His breath that we hold on to so that we are able to breathe, is hope. Have you wondered what we would do had there been no God to help us hope, help us live, and survive?