HOPE
HOPE is the thing with feathers—Emily Dickinson.
Every year, a bird rebuilds its nest, ruined by the winds of winter.
Every year it travels hundreds, if not thousands of miles, to do so.
Every year it raises a brand new family.
Every morning it rises to sing the songs of sunrise.
Every day it lives its life as best it can—confronting all challenges—adding carelessly to the beauty of things.
To a bird, it seems, pessimism is not an option.
We are surrounded by teachers and teachings.