I am hopeful.
Ever notice how no one ever stops there? There's always something else, something into which the hope must be funneled, a cake which must be iced.
"I'm hopeful I'll hear back about that job."
"I'm hopeful my electric bill doesn't go up again."
"I'm hopeful the pizza turns out better this time."
"I'm hopeful I will find some time."
"I'm hopeful the tests will be negative."
"I'm hopeful this won't last."
I'm just hopeful.
Hope within boundaries only allows us to hope for what we've already conceived. That's not hope. It's a wish.
Hoping to reach a goal isn't hope either. It's a plan.
Hope is a wild thing that grows and spreads without heed or permission.
It will sit on your shoulder and teach you patience, optimism, and kindness. It will sing you peace.
Hope will keep you alive and heal your wounds, but only if you don't look it in the eyes and tell it what to do.
Keep it ever before you and never be
to listen to it whisper in your ear.
I'm not hopeful for anything.
That means I'm hopeful for everything.