Precious Hope

I've been noticing more and more lately how fragile Hope is.

My own experiences in loosing her for many years, and having her shot down numerous times since finding her again, have me finally realizing she’s little and precious and I actually need to make her a bullet proof vest.

Then when she comes back to life, I have some way of protecting her. The crazy thing about her needing a bullet proof vest is not that everything is shooting bullets at her. It’s that she is so fragile and precious that it takes far less than a bullet. A situation is all it takes… maybe even a conversation. These non-bullet things shooting her down have made me realize she’s so fragile she needs that vest.

One of the ways I make that vest -is stopping myself in the thoughts without Hope and I remind myself I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. Keeping Hope alive has everything to do with how I choose to see the situations, thoughts, comments, and consciously keeping Hope standing on two feet.

I’m a person who loves laughing, so I like to say in my non-Hope moments –“I will probably be laughing tomorrow”. And 95% of the time that is precisely what I’m doing. (I’m reminded of the “it gets better” movement; because that’s exactly it.) Tomorrow is going to be different. That’s only hard to accept because we can’t see into the future.

Hope does keep getting back up when she’s shot; however slowly. She was down for a long time, but I found her, helped her get up… and I watched her get shot and fall many times since. It’s only now I’m realizing I’m gunna-haveta build that vest.

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I love to personify…
This song is a great example of hope, and it too uses personification. Genius song; I say.

Cassiopeia

Come in close now, it's time to tell a story

Long ago and so many years before we

Ever were, ever dreamed we even could be

There was her and her very first heartbeat

All alone in the corner of the night sky

Spiral bones of a supernova starlight

Fell in love with another burning bright

She dreamed of a way to ignite

(CHORUS)

She said,

"Tonight

Come on, come on

Collide

Break me to pieces, I

I think you're just like heaven

Why

Come on, come on

Collide

Let's see what a fire feels like

I bet it's just like heaven"

(Just like heaven)

Such a shame

Nowhere near, even the near miss

Lightyears away

From the hope of being sun-kissed

Anchored home in her interstellar sea

But, poor lonely Cassiopeia

So she sighs and she burns with desperation

Learns to cry over love of constellations

Then the spark from a star shooting too close

They both smiled

What a day to explode

She said,

"Tonight

Come on, come on

Collide

Break me to pieces, I

I think you're just like heaven

Why

Come on, come on

Collide

Let's see what a fire feels like

I bet it's just like heaven"

(Just like heaven)

Long ago in a sky built before us

A supernova grew up to be stardust