Inspiration: a LinkedIn post by Harriet Green on 8th January 2021

Hope intrigues (me). It fascinates and frightens, is alluring and disconcerting, relentless and misplaced, but never is it without value. In fact, I’d say it’s probably the most valuable thought in my entire head. Here’s a few thoughts on the subject of hope … maybe it will grow into a journal or just stay as it is. Either way, it is already proving to be cathartic at I time when I’m missing my mojo. Here goes …

Without hope, a tiny phrase that takes a nanosecond to write, there really can be very little else. There is, of course, the ‘now’ but that is already passed the moment it is said and the ‘before’, well, with respect, that’s already dead.

Hope is what gets us out of bed. Makes us sit up and conjugate the things we’ve read. Fight for our rights. Reach for the light when all around us is darkness, hatred and dread.

To take away a person’s hope is to deny them everything. It’s more than health, wealth and love. It’s the sum of the parts and more. So much more. And yet, sometimes, we can exist without it. Just. Today is one such day.

Hope … is not found whilst lying in bed. No sir. It’s a dish served standing, tall and resolute, dressed and looking ahead. And so, with more effort than I care to admit, my feet reach for the ground as I exit my pit.