Often, I've found my level of hope staggering considering the odds. I'm not even sure where it comes from. I don't understand how, many days, despite what might be happening, I manage to see the glass as not just half full, but am able to celebrate the tangible fact I have a glass.
I don't know if hope floats, as the saying goes. I do know I wear hope like I do my bracelets - daily. That it's easily accessible. Maybe it comes down to my belief in and faith in God and how I've seen Him move when there seemed to be nothing to work with, from or towards. Miracles are still alive. Or at least my spirit likes to tell me such.
I also know sometimes, we tend to reserve all the hope in the world for others while not leaving enough for ourselves. We carry around the idea that maybe they deserve all the good while we wallow in our our sorrow and [perceived] difficulties. Hope can be reserved for us too. We have the right to keep enough for ourselves and dole it out for others as needed. And better yet, sometimes, others hope for us in our place. Like the prayers of the elders. Intercessory hope. When you don't have it, it's key to have those around you who do.
Hope that descends upon us in our time of need.