Hope…I lost it.
Couldnt find it…
Heard about it
But knew not what it meant
Until yesterday…
I understood
It’s that feeling I wake up with…
That gives me strength for yet another day…
I asked the universe…dont let me loose hope please
When I lost it, I didnt want it anymore…in fact I hated that word…its for losers I would think…
I am a doer
Today….i read these words on my whatsapp status, that I had written a year ago…but didnt know what it meant.
“Hope…wish…dream”
Hope…waking up every morning and doing what I can do, without judging myself, or questioning my actions.
If I had one wish, what would it be? Umm…for my daughters to be happy and heal.
I dream…of a life where I am snuggled close to someone who I can trust, walk on the beach in the sand holding hands, while the sun sets on the horizon….and I am smiling and at peace…
My wish and my dream are a constant…
For today, I remain hopeful.
Today, I woke up, looked at the sky, felt the breeze, am alive….so I will do what I can and hope it leads me to living a life…my actions defining my path…
One day at a time…
Living and smiling…I am me 🙂
The Ninth Sense 
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