January 13, 2009

I am curled up under a blanket sitting in the dark with nothing but the light of the computer illuminating my room. I have been up since yesterday, so I might as well write it now while it is fresh in my memory. I have hope. It is not strong, it is not daring, it is not testing, but it is there. Like a beacon to guide me in a new step, one that is familiar, yet always changing. My hope has a name, and though that hope is not garunteed, simply its existence is enough for this hope. Even if things change, and this source of hope is lost, my feet will carry on with higher spirits than it has for a while. Thank you hope.