HOPE
Such a small word but its depth is truly overwhelming. Of all the emotions, I believe being hopeful is the only constant of a life where everything is so uncertain and unpredictable. Anger, sadness, happiness, guilt, regret all fade away over time but keeping faith and having hope for better and bigger things never die.
Countless stories of pain, greed, betrayal, sadness are known to all of us but even after experiencing the greatest of painful moments, even after being survivors of the cruelest acts after all there is still a little bit of hope that never dies. The perseverance of that last amount of hope is unbelievable.
I believe there is something in our inner selves, nature or the sun, the moon that doesn't let that hope die. When I think about these things, I am truly amazed by the capabilities of God, like its unfathomable how they designed humans, not just our organs but our inner voice, emotions, desires, and all things that are too long to be written.
The pandemic has been live proof enough that despite all we are the creatures of hoping and desiring more, of wanting comfort, happiness but at the same time, we don't want the monotonicity of always being happy. Bad, painful moments are what increases the depth of moments of just being content, feeling blessed all the while a constant reminder that there is always and always hope ...
This picture was taken last year on the terrace of my building and I call this picture "Rays of Hope" and I think these are actually that.