“The Hope We Sustain
Sometimes hope is like poison; it lingers in the body and mind, slowly breaking down all the things we want to keep sacred. It is bitter yet sweet. Hope is like the first kiss you have, waiting for it to mean something, only to realize that lips touching have never meant so little. You place your faith in that moment and demand it to be unique. It’s not. You refuse to believe that experience will make your kisses sweeter and more wanting.
Hope, like a kiss, leaves room for more. We get better at hoping and sustain a belief that our hope in the unexpected sustains us in times of uncertainty.”
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