Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are Anger and Courage.
Anger at the way things are and Courage to make sure things don’t remain as they are.
If you are the embodiment of hope, at which things are you angry and have the courage to change?
*edited – horrible typo I didn’t catch until today:/*
“You’re not obligated to win. You’re obligated to keep trying to do the best you can every day.”
– Marian Wright Edelman
“Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive – the risk to be alive and express what we really are.”
~Don Miguel Ruiz
I have learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes fear;
knowing what must be done does away with fear.
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice,
though the whole house began to tremble
and you felt the old tug at your ankles.
“Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers at the very foundations,
though their melancholy was terrible.
It was already late enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little, as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly recognized as your own,
that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do,
determined to save the only life you could save.