It’s late afternoon on Thanksgiving Eve. I suppose thoughts on gratitude should abound…and they do – for so many things/people and on so many levels. But my brief post today is on hope; admittedly, my default realm – where I land, where I lean, that for which I long and hold onto with tenacity and, well yes, with hope.
To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
(Unknown)
To hope is to risk pain. Indeed. And so worth it. You can’t convince me otherwise. I will not be moved.
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