Hope

by alecho on February 21, 2009 · No Comments

I would like to share something I wrote in an email to a friend of mine. I don’t know why I wrote it, but something inside moved me to do so. I’m usually horrible in articulating my thoughts, but today I was somewhat more successful. Anyways, here it goes. *content has been slightly modified to protect the identity of my friend.

“Today, I felt there’s nothing we could do but to pray. Hope is so elusive, and I hate the feeling how its so freakin’ intangible. Hope is so formless, touchless, and even worse, we can’t see it. Hope is supposed to give us security, but we feel more insecure chasing it. And today, I needed that sense of hope. And that is why I think we pray with two hands embracing one another because one is just not large enough to grab this ghostly phenomenon. It’s a desperate gesture just humbly asking for help, asking for hope we cannot fathom. Others see it as act of stupidity, and there are times I agree with them. But then we feel warmth. Something between the palms of our very two hands. A warmth. Something very sincere. Something encouraging. Something very understanding. Something very unexpecting. Something exciting and fiery. Something when there is nothing. Something which I like to call ‘Hope.’ “