The Struggle
If you were a fly on my wall you may think I was the eternal pessimist. I do complain a lot about people and life. I hate that we choose the things we do, the evil we choose to do. I hate that life has numerously more unfair moments than fair ones. I do struggle with the idea of hope and that we can do better, be better. It really is a struggle.
Every time I think we might finally turn around for the good we go and destroy everything we worked hard for. I see people entrenched in their views, not because they are right but they hate the idea of the “others” winning. So we backbite, fuss and grumble, attack and discredit each other. We bully others into submission with character assassination. Again, not because we are right but because the “others” are wrong. Our hate for one another festers and grows, never relenting or even taken notice of what is good. It is more important that we win. Not finding anyone looking for the good in life I struggle to the point of intense frustration, desperate to find any hope.
But in the End There Is Hope
It’s in those times of despair I gaze at creation and find myself utterly inspired. I see all the wonderful things our Creator has made. All the different animals and birds and fish. The sunset and sunrise, the moon and stars, the numerous galaxies out in the expansive universe. From the flowers to the deserts, I see hope in abundance.
It’s in those moments that I remember that the world is not full of selfish, self-serving people. There are those who pursue what is good and right. They look to make this world better, look to bring others together. They are led by truth and self-sacrificing love. They understand this world will never be perfect but they work toward that end nonetheless. They give me hope that we can do better, be better. They remind me that there’s always hope.
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