it's easier to have hope when you're not about to crash


Human beings are meant to fly.

We are meant to be happy and live meaningful lives, and not content to remain miserable or malcontent.

We are people of hope.

A nation of faith, and boy, do we need some right now, at this very moment. In this seemingly stifling time of darkness.

We all need it. We crave it. Every single one of us.

The whole world thirsts for hope. A divine reassurance that everything will be fine.

In every crevice and in every broken or shattered heart, exists a yearning for a meaningful life, for something different, for something better.

But why do we wait? Why do we wait so long for hope?

Why do we only look for hope when we’ve lost all ability to fly, and are about to crash into the ocean?

It is foolish to rely solely on the benevolence of magical fairies or angels to swoop down and keep as aloft.

But they get tired and frustrated too.

So, we need a bit more hope, a little more often, before things become hopeless.

You must embrace your humanity and believe in hope.

Being human and being alive is not curse.

Hope calls to you.


She is read and available to anyone that looks for her.

Hope is available anytime, but not in the few minutes before you panic and put on an exhaustible freak show. With your perpetual and uncomfortable rubbing of your hands, your screams of incoherent self-loathing, and the tears of misguided emotions. The tapping of your hand upon your head, the sudden movements, and the triumphant donning of your tinfoil hat.

This doesn’t account for the ill-timed wishful thinking you cling to, or the desperate prayers you mouth, that you hope will somehow conjure up the fairies and angels to make everything better again.

Things don’t just get better.

Hope is not a thing.

It is a daily practice.

Hope is just for the hopeless.

You should embrace hope every day.

She’ll walk with you when you stop gossiping and ripping people down.

She’ll find you, when you immerse yourself in a good book, or a thought provoking lecture.

She will hold you when you create art, or do something kind for someone.

She will remind you of your greatness, when you find yourself sitting alone, praying for the most vulnerable, the abandoned, and the imprisoned.

Of course, it is a lot easier to find hope when you are not about to crash.

Keep a daily journal of all the things you are grateful for. The things that went right. The people who are in your life.

Make a list. A simple list. You’re not writing a memoir. So, list five, or ten, or fifteen things that you are grateful for each day.

If you can’t find them, brace yourself for impact.

Write someone a thank you note. Perhaps a love letter. Or a script of gratitude that will become a sign of hope for their life.

Avoid negative thoughts.

Embrace positive people.

Seek them out.

Nag and beg them to stay. Chain yourself to their pant leg and refuse to let them go. Be persistent, until you are handed a restraining order, then let go.

If you do this, you’ll soon discover that people of hope are everywhere. There is no reason to beg them to stay. There is no reason for chains, and certainly no need for restraining orders.

Hopeful people surround us. They are everywhere. 

We don’t see them because sometimes, we are too busy flying and crashing. Not to mention the enormous effort it takes us to recover our wreck.

Believe in hope.

She believes in you.

Seek, and you will find.

Seek hope today, and you’ll become a source of comfort for the comfortless. You will be a light in the darkness.

You’ll save others from needlessly crashing into the ocean.


staying afloat in society's negative sewer system



A glorious new day. A beautiful new beginning. A new promise. A possibility of a new life.

I won’t lie to you, that I don’t approach my Monday’s with a little bit of pragmatic caution, or my Friday’s with a little bit of hopeful optimism. I admit that I am as susceptible as anyone else, to be negative and pessimistic sewer system I’ve grown up in.

It’s easy.

The whole society is just a big waste disposal system. We are lucky to get to navigate it, and try to stay afloat, for as long as we can.

It’s a terrible world out there, they say.

Every newspaper and every television broadcast pontificates the coming of a terrible winter, inevitable conflict, financial ruin, and the latest thing that will inevitably kill you.

People hate Monday’s, but how can you blame them?

They begin each day by waking up their miserable bodies in alarm and grinding out through their morning, so they can show up for work, and go through the motions of efficiency.

They cope by making little, stinging, sarcastic remarks. By rolling their eyes. By complaining. By bitching and whining. They try to uplift their misery by slinging as much human excrement as they can.

And for what?

I’m not really sure.

We all seem to do it. We’ve all done it. We seem destined to continue to do it.

What a waste of a morning. What a waste of a day. What a waste of a life.

Being negative is easy. You just flow with the stream. You don’t resist. You follow blindly, bob up and down, but be prepared to shoulder the burden of the consequences.

Or you can choose to resist.

You can turn off CNN, and let world leaders handle Donald Trump. You can stop reading the daily papers, and let police officers police the streets, and let the firefighters take care of the accidents.

You can turn off the sports radio stations, and not get angry and wrapped up in the argument if Dion Phanuef is truly overpaid, and earning his keep as a top four defender.

You can turn off your television and stop going through people’s storage lockers, listening to them bitch and moan about the perfect wedding dress. You can stop watching people compete for a million dollars, through treasure hunts, and other, seemingly infinite, asinine activities.

You can choose to eat lunch on your own on occasion. Away from the gossip, the complaining, and the stench of misery and failure.

You can surround yourself with good books. You can devour great motivational or educational podcasts. You can listen to inspirational music.

You can choose to spend time with friends who don’t suck the living life out of you, and are genuinely trying to make a difference. They are trying to live meaningful lives, and don’t mind your meaningful company.

You can do a lot to resist, but the question is, do you really want to?

It won’t be easy. It will not happen in one day. It will take persistence. You will experience moments of loneliness. Periods of misunderstanding.

But it will be worth it.

The choice is yours.

Just remember.

You look pretty silly as you trade away five days of the week, for some illusion and blissful anticipation of the weekend.

In the end. You are at least guilty of some terrible math.