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“Hope is a thing with feathers.” — Emily Dickinson

You need hope, all of us do to survive.

To hope is to wait for another sunrise. To hope is to laugh when everything comes down crashing. To hope is to still believe someone or you will save yourself from the doom.

You ask me if it’s beautiful. I say it’s life-saving. It can be found in the coldest of lands, harshest of seas. Because it’s something that chirps within our own soul, and hearts. It sings a tune which has no words and needs no words for it is felt, it demands to be felt with electrifying jolts.

It’s what keeps us looking forward to, whatever it is that life throws at.