Esperanza

No matter how much you tell yourself not to get your hopes high. Or how wounded your heart and soul are. When you catch a glimpse of possibility, a tiny ray of sun light filtered from an unexpected place, you can't help it and you hope again. Whenever a door opens, even if it is just a little bit, you approach cautiously, but you do approach. Hope is inevitable, hope is contagious, hope scares you but also makes you want to heal your wounds. Hope is all that we have when we have lost everything. But hope does not come only from within. One can bury hope under a ton of negative thoughts and fears. One can lose sight of hope when hiding, when hurt, when burnt. Hope is created in the interaction with the external, with nature, with people, with resources. But hope can be easy to revive because it is our nature to thrive. When our brain evolved into its current state, we separated from the survivalists. We create and we do things that remain longer than our bodies. We live and we believe even when it "makes no sense" or when "it is not necessary". And even though we mindlessly do things that might kill us, such as poisoning our bodies and our environment, we still hope that we are going to be alright, that everything is going to be alright. I hope.