- ” Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
- Man never is, but always to be blessed:
- The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
- Rests and expatiates in a life to come. “
Long time ago I was given the book “Different Seasons” by Stephen King. I was in a place of all hope gone. The novella “Rita Hayworth or Shawshank Redemption” saved my hope. Reading the book felt as if I have found my straw to which to hold on .
The fascination began with the subtitle : “Hope Springs Eternal”. This was the first time I have met with this sentence. I became curious and eventually found out the source.
Ever since, when I feel I am losing all my hope, I open King’s “Hope Springs Eternal”. And I find Hope.
I find Hope in “Man never is, but always to be blessed“, I find Hope in “The soul, uneasy and confined from home, / Rests and expatiates in a life to come. “
I do not believe in people. Too often they disappoint me. I do hope for people. I hope they will change and become better.
I do not believe in hate. To my experience hate only brings sorrow. I do hope hate will cease one day.
I do not believe in myself. I do hope I will achieve the inner piece that I desire.
I do not believe. I Hope .