"Hope is a wild horse, running wild and free, over tethered, barren fields, it keeps on going and even better...it helps you heal."

The thing about hope is that it’s unbridled. It runs wild and free over everything. Hope does not care about what happened yesterday or who did or did not look your way. It sees other paths. It sees other opportunities. It looks beyond the frame of references that you have built up around yourself.

Hope is entirely unrestrained by the ropes of darkness that have tried to hold you down. Even when it comes to those limiting beliefs that you have held onto for years...that you were too much, or not enough, and unless you could somehow figure out how to fix every flaw about yourself, you could never truly be who you were meant to be…yet still, hope looks beyond that. Hope is the expectation of something better, even amongst the worst of things.

Hope is a wild horse, running wild and free, over tethered, barren fields, it keeps on going and even better...it helps you heal. It helps you see that no matter what things have gone wrong in the past, you are allowed to hope that Love is still stronger and after everything, it will last. You are allowed to believe that. You are allowed to hold out for that. Hope is unbridled. Hope is free. And it is yours to have. Even in uncertainty.

You may have walked into rooms where you did not feel welcomed. You may have felt alone in beautiful cities with a thousand people swarming around you. You may have struggled to find comfort in the place you call home. You have wrestled with thoughts of your purpose in this life when everyone around you thought you were moving along just fine. Wherever you have been, may you know that hope has met you there. It may not have seemed apparent. It may not have knocked on your door asking you, “what are you waiting for?” as it pulled at you to leave your home and go out into the open to watch the sunset, but it was running wild within you. It was all wrapped up in that second by second choice you kept making to keep breathing. Even when you felt you had no purpose. Even when you thought your world was sinking.

Even in the moments where you could not quite articulate, “why” you chose to get up everyday, you got up anyway. That was hope. That was grace. Even if you carried on hour into hour, wondering how you could possibly make it through the next, there was a moment within each breath, you kept going a little longer, and you kept getting a little stronger, even when you were at your weakest.

This is hope. It does not have our restraints. It goes beyond what we think is possible on our best and worst of days, reminding us of bold and radiant Light that shows up in our in betweens, giving us just enough strength to keep our eyes open, making a daily choice to keep living.