Hope for the New Year

You are never going to be anyone else but who you are. It is how you chose to create this person within and express yourself on the outside will be how you win the game. Never allow yourself to be trapped on the outside looking in envious of others. Happiness comes from accepting what we have and believing in its ability to be more.

I have found as I venture out leaving the comfortable nest egg of the all girls school I attended. I realized that they taught us how to accept one another but not how to comprehend when others don't accept us. I feel that I came from a relatively stable class not overly indulged in material things. My friends genuinely were grateful for what they had been given. It was a naive perception of the world as I knew it back then. However now the harsh realities are settling in. Realities that I feel a boy that I had dubbed an important part of my life took it upon himself to rub in. He never understood why I would want to say hello to strangers or the importance of being published in the newspaper, or my expressions of what I wanted to do, to be. To him my dreams were silly and naive. That a simple hello or acknowledgement of a complete stranger couldn't really change their day. He was proud of himself never dreaming. People like that are dangerous the ones that can't believe in what is not directly present. I believe that one must have hope that something good can happen. It is a strength rather than a weakness.

My favorite poem is by Emily Dickinson and it describes exactly what I am trying to say...

Hope Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.