Hope

However, when I detached myself away from my thoughts, I noticed that the petals were not hitting the ground. The flew, gracefully, through the air and wind, where they could be free and beautiful. The force of wind domineering, over-powering the force of gravity and in this way perhaps, I, we, could defeat these strong, compelling forces we have in ourselves, that are determined to bring us down, make us fall, we could refrain against them and like the petals, be free, peaceful and beautiful. 

Of course, things are never so simple. But this imagery, this idea, gave me hope. It gave me belief. Things I had not felt, in a very long time, and it felt wonderful. 

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