This morning I want to write about hope—such a little word carrying so much power.
According to the dictionary, hope is a feeling of expectation and desire for something to happen. A desire accompanied by the belief in its fulfilment.
Other sources define hope as confidence in the future.
So, it has to do with something yet to happen and the belief that, somehow, it will happen or we will make it happen.
But where does hope come from? Why do some people carry so much hope while others have nothing?
I've been to a few countries in the last few years; in some, you can breathe hope in every corner. In others, it's just disillusion, scepticism, and gloom. Paradoxically, the ones with hope are also the ones with less wealth and more struggles.
So, it looks like hope has nothing to do with logic.
It's unconditional trust in the universe and in ourselves.
A dear friend told me that hope is a property of the soul.
The more we reconnect with our higher self, the closer we get to an infinite source of hope.