Hoping Hope

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Every morning, we wake up either positively or otherwise. It depends on how I or you feel.
We always have hopes. Hopes for a flamboyant day. Hopes for our journey to success. Hopes for living and breathing. Hopes for hope.
We always want to see the bright light of every morning, and also the dim of the light at dusk.
We always want to sit and ask ourselves :" Am I hopeful?" Some: "is this fine?".
Funny enough, hopes are disappointing. They just don't conform! You hoped for this, but something  else worked instead. You hoped for a car, but you were bestowed with a child. That is life; as it is hope.

I love to hope. I don't feel disappointed despite the fact that hope holds disappointment, most times. Hope is a journey, just like success, that needs a destination. Hope is beautiful when you're optimistic. When you see differently what others see the same.
Hope is outstanding. Hope is a vision. Hope is a desire. Hope is anticipation. Hope is understanding.

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I hope for a light one day. A light that would never quench. A light that would have a support even when almost drained. A light that heads would see, but can't feel. A light of glory; honour, adoration, and, praises. A light that would never fear.

I hope for a better beginning. That one I won't be scared of living up to. The one I can always fall back to in times of roughs. The new beginning of restless passion. The new beginning of endless fuel. The new beginning of fiery flames.

I hope for where I belong. Where it is heading. When I'll be set free from shackles. When I will eventually to hope hopefully.