It’s easy to despair these days, especially if you spend any length of time on watching, reading, or listening to the news. Life can feel hopeless—for us all. I know that.
“But I also know that hope is a choice”
But I also know that hope is a choice—that I can choose to listen less to what the news, the world, or social media, is feeding me, and instead focus on the joys that are around me. Simple joys like the song of the chickadee perched on a branch outside my window. Or the squeals of my grandchildren dancing around their living room wearing silly costumes—even if it’s a video and not live. But they are happy and healthy and full of energy. For that, I can be thankful. I can choose to see the positive.
I wrote this poem in April, after I realized that no matter what happens in this world, I can choose to see hope.
Hope is a Choice
click, click, click-
-ing away the
hours wasted on
to new wild worlds of anxious
faces, fearful words, hopeless and
lost. BUT. But the choice is mine. Do I
enter or refrain? For other worlds
call to me with news–good–cheering
on people helping people,
distant dance, un-social
off’rings, fearless front-
line faces; a
I also discovered that if you’re looking, there are stories from around the world of people doing good things. Good news stories. Real stories of hope. If that’s something you need, check out: https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org
May these stories lift your spirit today.