This is the quote on my planner for this week:
When I think upon it, I feel like Hope is a dangerous commodity to peddle in.
When you hope for something and it works out, then there’s nothing like it. The accompanying joy is boundless. But when you hope for something and it doesn’t work out, then there’s nothing like it either. The pain hurts fresh each time.
Even after experiencing disappointment, we don’t stop hoping, do we? There is still some tiny hope in a corner of the heart…a tiny voice that whispers, Maybe this time…