Today, I want to share words about hope I once penned for author Jessica Fortunato and National Suicide Prevention Week.
"Hope is, arguably, the most underrated, yet overused, word in our language. I hope I get that job. I hope we're having pizza for dinner. I hope he/she likes me. Everywhere one turns, phrases involving hope are bandied around in casual conversation.
Collectively, we sell hope short. We cheapen it with our selfish, narcissistic application. Hope involves more than the attainment of some momentary satisfaction or enjoyment. It is much more, even, than leverage within the elusive, everyday games that people play.
Hope is magical stuff. Hope is powerful stuff. It has the power to save lives, yes, but it can even save one life. It has the power to change your world ... my world ... the world.
Hope shouldn't be hoped for. It shouldn't be tossed around as conversational filler. It should be seeded and sown, encouraged and fostered, and spread around and celebrated. Hope should be provided to those who need it most. Hope should be the last thing that is neglected or abandoned or forgotten among our busy, everyday lives.
At least, that's what I hope."
Posted on Tue, February 4, 2014
by Thomas Winship filed under