Finding hope. Not the happy me kind, but the kind that goes deeper into what we are struggling with in our selves. Without struggle there is no need for hope.
We build places for ourselves that tell us what we want to hear, and we share with others only those things that make us feel good about ourselves. We create stories for others to paint a picture of who we want them to think we are. Sometimes we craft them carefully, sometimes we are raw and open. The truth is that things happen in our lives, some good, some not so much. Some we are proud of, some not so much. Those who tell the stories with no sadness, no difficulty haven't yet told themselves the truth, since no life is lived without these things. A perfect life is not a life lived, but one painted over. The sadness is what the paint covers means the most to our being human. Hope is being able to peel the paint, and having the notion that you will still be okay. Needing hope is being human. So is giving hope. Giving hope is letting others know that removing that paint is okay. Being human is not in the covering, but in the uncovering.
Being human is needing, and giving hope. My plan for 2013 is to be human.
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