There are things that people have dealt with their whole lives.
Struggles that have become so engrained into their thoughts, they can’t remember how life was without this particular difficulty.
They walk around dealing with it.
Hope is dead.

But one day someone says something, someone does something to trigger…
the possibility of hope.

Hope of a life without that particular struggle. Hope of a life without the chronic pain.
Hope.

The emotional swing is enormous. We begin to dream. Oh the things I’ll do if only I can finally be rid of it. The moments to come change us.

If there was no hope, there would be no inkling of expectation. If there’s no expectation, there’s no let down. If there’s no let down….. ahhh, the sweet comfort of the habitual life.

What if? is almost always more fun to ponder than What Is.

Ev’ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

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I’m overcome.
You know that shiver that goes through you when you witness something amazing. Witness might not be the word. Experience. When you experience something amazing. The electric kiss. That movie moment. The song lyric that someone pulled from the truths hidden deep inside your heart.
It’s that shiver. Your breath catches. Possibility runs free. It inspires and awes. It makes you want to create. It make you want to share with someone what you experienced. It’s really being touched.

On a completely unrelated note, ahem, I’ve been listening to the Wicked musical all day. Bought it for Annalisa for Valentine’s day.

We’re going to watch it at the Ford Center of Performing arts on May 8th.
Come with us.
Experience.