It’s not hope that’s been lacking – to stop hoping would be as unnatural as to stop breathing or jumping to conclusions or get hurt feelings over every little nothing. But when you have no faith, hope doesn’t bring joy, it just brings more emptiness.
Without the faith that ‘things hoped for’ can actually happen, hope is a nasty self-abusive taunt. So, this year I’m going to try having a little more faith. Maybe things can get better. I keep telling the BBs that. Maybe it’s time I start believing it to. Not just to dream, but to take the actions consistent with those dreams coming true.