Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul...

-Emily Dickinson, excerpt from her poem Hope...

I think it is an understatement to say that hope is a part of everyday life - it just plays such an invaluable, amazing role in life, in living. I recently found out that my Grandma has cancer (which should hopefully be able to be removed with a histerectomy). I can picture my reaction once I read the email from my aunt. I sat there for a second to process it, cried for about five seconds, and then didn't feel miserable. Now I am definitely the kind of person that cries at tearjerkers and even thinking about shots, but not at this moment. Why? I realized that it was because I had so much hope for the best, I had a feeling that everything would turn out okay. It was hope. Hope for the future keeps us going, is responsible for optimism that lifts our spirits. What is living without hope? Hope helps you look forward, it gives you reason.