The thing is, it's so easy to feel lost. There are so many things, so many events, that can cause one to turn in a direction they never expected, walk a path they have never considered and know nothing about.
It's so easy to feel lost and alone and wonder how to get to the other side of this mess without losing as well as being lost.
It's so easy to feel lost and alone and as if one is dangling above some great and bottomless pit of darkness and despair. It is, of course, an illusion, that pit, but when you are experiencing something, it feels very real.
Hope is such a slender thread to hold onto when dangling above that pit. Tenuous, stretched to the snapping point, one gossamer line leading back to solid ground.
Sometimes, though, hope is all there is in the midst of seeming hopelessness.
And so, I hope...