LIVING IN HOPES

If we all knew our destiny and it was hopeless, we’d probably just give up. What’s the point of trying when you already know it ends badly? But the truth is… we don’t know. And in that, not knowing is where we find hope. It’s the quiet, persistent voice that says, “Maybe it’ll work out. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe this step will lead somewhere better.”

That hope is what keeps many of us going, especially when things don’t seem to add up. I’ve had people talk to me with awe in their voices… amazed at the things I’ve done or the projects I’ve worked on, in the things I have accomplished in my life thus far. And yet, behind the scenes, the numbers don’t always reflect the admiration. The value people see in me doesn’t always show up in reward.

And that used to bother me. Still does sometimes. But I’ve come to understand that I’m not failing, I’m learning. In the process of it all, I’ve become an experienced learner. Life has taught me so many lessons that I wouldn’t trade for anything. Some came the hard way. Some I still don’t fully understand. Each one has added something with a little wisdom here, a little strength there; each one has shaped me into the person I am today.

Sometimes I wonder… is it too late?
To change paths?
To start over?
To try something bold?

I keep hearing it’s never too late, so I know this. The real question is: do you still have the courage to try?

Lately, I have been feeling like it's time to start a new skill or make some changes.

You never really know if a choice is right or wrong until you make it. That’s the risk we all have to take. The only thing that matters is that the choices you make are yours, not forced. Not manipulated, yours. And with that ownership comes power. Though I keep questioning, how do you make them with certainty, if all you do is doubt and question your choices?

George Bernard Shaw once said, “Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine, and at last you create what you will.” That quote always reminds me that everything starts in the mind. A dream. An idea. A picture in your head that feels so real you can almost touch it.

So if you’re living in hopes… that’s okay.
Hope is not weakness. It’s not delusion.
It’s breath for the soul.
It’s how you take another step even when your legs are tired.
It’s how you choose to believe in a version of your life that hasn’t shown up yet.

And maybe it will…
Maybe not in the way you imagined, but in a way that still makes sense.
A way that’s still beautiful.

Until then, keep imagining. Keep choosing. Keep living.
Not because you’re guaranteed success, but because it’s your life to live.