I do hope…

I do hope…

I hope that the force of everything that hurts me not make me blind to all that caresses my soul. May whenever life runs fast, so fiercely, I can find reasons to breathe with calm that I need. When the darkness of some phases cover the brightness of what I believe, I allow myself to see some light gap in the smallest corners of my convictions.

I hope the old frustrations do not make me skeptical for retries. The most sweeping fears do not deprive me of courage I have achieved. May the wounds in my feet not prevent me from walking with bare feet and serene steps.

I hope I do not hide me from loneliness, knowing that no one else can take me to stroll through places I still do not know. May living with the responsibilities is not more intense than living with love. And may I have enough wisdom to know how to choose what is worth revering.

I hope I do not give up to the toil even if it be as bigger as and scarier than I can bear. If my body gets exhausted for some periods but not become an exhausted soul, it cannot take from me what I have to look better and appreciate my victories. May I approach myself more and more from everything that belongs to me, not to mention how much I do not need other superficialities.

I hope that even life may give me the inevitable pain, but I do not lose confidence in the next smiles and I recognize that learning is the great privilege of those who are alive. Maybe the greatest wealth is a lighter and simpler luggage where is kept all our memories and experiences to sharing with others.

I hope I know how to preserve next to me people who see life with enthusiasm. May I understand that almost always when I insist on being better than others is to insist on being worse to myself: Being kind and grateful are the only genuine way to be better.

I hope I never forget that freedom and responsibility go together. May the strongest winds can frighten me, but it never can destroy what I know how to protect and care the most: all my loved ones. And may I have the courage to face myself of the boldest ways to polish what makes me truly happy in spite of all my pieces that are left behind.

I do hope. Namaste … ❤

Art: work done with dry pastel chalk – Girl with eyes of light – By Beatriz Esmer – © Copyright – All Rights Reserved

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