Hope

This life is beautiful. Yes, it is truly magnificent in ways both unexplainable and unattainable. Reach for the stars, they say, and we do. Well, some of us. Those of us who stay close to the ground out of fear never experience the breathlessness of pure, untouched hope. It burns your lungs with such a crispness that you cannot bear to do anything but come back down. You spread the word of the way hope fills you, and then the people at the bottom rise up to take a breath. That, is how hope stays alive. That, is how we live and die. That is makes us, breaks us and molds us. That ever-changing, ever-growing hope. It floats above us, just waiting to be inhaled, waiting to show you all the stars you didn't know you could reach. Hope for love, peace, happiness. And then grab the stars you need to make it happen. You, must be the change. You, must chose what air to breathe, what person to allow to love you, what things will make you truly happy. Hope is that subtle fog that you see when you wake up too early, making life beautiful every morning, just aching for you to uncover the stars.