Hope

It feels like I bounce around a bit with my posts as the whim and events in my life nudge my thoughts, and I felt it was time to do things a bit differently.

Ive been struggling of late with trying to reconcile how life is and has been, with who I am and what I’ve always hoped life would be.

Trying to shout at the world doesn’t work and no one can change who other people are. Not that changing other people would help anyway.
It’s only my own view but I think we all have a little good and a bit of bad in us. It’s what we choose to make of our good and bad which defines us, not the fact that we carry them.

Anyway, I recently came to the point of realising that all I can do is care a little and hope that, that could do some good in the world.
Perhaps a smile can change the world.

And so there’s a theme for my next few posts – putting out some positive emotions..

With that in mind I want to have a go at telling you what hope means to me.

I’ve already alluded to the fact that I used to have hopes and dreams of what the world could be – magical ideas of connecting to others ( mostly animals and plants ) more. A crazy dream I guess but one I still feel, all be it in a more practical way.

It’s why I wrote about the recent protests the way I did – because I want to see people listening and really seeing each other and things made good from that, rather than things being forced into place and people holding resentment and fear for changes which they could have been part of.
Of course I wrote it in the wrong way – shouting and rushing in rather than listening – but I hold to my reasons for trying, even though my methods were rubbish.

I still hope for that and always will; I hope that, seeing there’s good in people and that everyone else is a person as much as we are, can give people pause to realise some good in themselves too. I hope that it can change the way we look at the world and ourselves. Most of all I hope that it can make the world more beautiful than I can imagine or wish it to be.

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A good man ( Chadwick Boseman ) died recently, I read. He struggled to finish a film that he hoped would be inspiring and visited people who were ill the same as he was, although he never made his illness public.
I can’t presume to know him or what he felt or wanted but, for me, looking at these news stories, it’s a reminder of how someone can care so much that they want to leave the world with a little more light, even when they know they wont be there to see it.

If anything can symbolise hope for me it’s that kindness of heart and the fact that there are those who would give that much.

If anyone wants to comment with their hopes I’d love to see them and for them to be shared.
I think, having something to dream of and hope for can make a difference, whether it’s just for ourselves or it touches the world.