I do not know why I
smile or why my heart is full of positive expectation. I can only say I am in a
good place. You know that place where you are uncertain about what tomorrow
brings but still you smile. I used to think hope was one of those dangerous
places where if you went to, you would only come back with dashes. Hope is that
place of uncertainty, just like patience is never waiting. Is it a double
entendre or maybe just paradoxes? I do not know if I know for sure that what I
said yesterday is going to come true. I can only pray it does. You know why?
Because for some reason, a learned reason I have stopped abusing commas. I have
learned to look at those experiences that made me feel dirty as lessons. I
realize the possibilities in every day. And I know that I know that I want to
say that I have not met you yet. Yet I also want to believe that I have met you
and that with you comes a world that continues with hope. Hope for a better me.
Hope for a better you. Hope for a better world. Hope. This place that does not
suck. Do I sound like I have echolalia when I talk about hope? Maybe I do. Yet I
also know that when you hear about how I found that place of hope, then you
might understand why I tend to repeat that word. - Excerpt from 'Deep inside'
