Don’t lose hope.
We often tell this line to someone whose world seems to be falling down as we comfort him and tell him that the sun is still going to shine.
Emily Dickinson shares her poem that goes:
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
And the sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.”
How true it is to have this hope that rests in our soul.
How nice it is to have this hope that mends life sores.
How great it is to have this hope that gives music to our days when we feel so small.
But wait, if this hope rests in our soul, then why do many people lose them at all?
Why do people nab other people? Why do people forsake their sons and daughters? Why do people kill their neighbors?
People often lose their hope when they feel the world is tumbling down; when they lose their loved ones; when things are falling apart; when the world seems turning dark.
I, too, had some sad experiences that happened in my days and nights in the past that made my world seem so dark. These were the times that I had asked, “Is this how bad life is? Is this how dread the world is?”
But no matter how terrifying things were, no matter how terrorizing people were, no matter how horrifying events were – I did not give up, I did not lose hope.
I told myself, someday this will end, someday days will be brighter, someday life will be sweeter.
And yes! Thanks for that hope that stayed in my soul. Without it, I would have given up before.
And now, through the times I see, the terrors of life are fading away as I continue to hope and pray.
I would say that we vary in different things; we vary in experiences; we vary in terms of our problems.
But whatever trouble we are in, we shall face it, don’t lose hope, and go on living. Because every time we wake up, every time we see the sunrise, every time we see the light – we are reminded not to give up.
Every good thing that happens or arises is a ray of hope – reminding us not to lose hope.
Here are some lines from Oliver Goldsmith:
“Hope, like the gleaming taper’s light,
Adorns and cheers our way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.”
And so we declare: Let hope cheer us along the way as it emits a brighter ray each in every day.