Hope is a candle in the night, hope is a long respite. Hope is a feather once lifted, it'll only get higher. Hope is an oasis in a desert, hope is a diamond in the dirt. Hope is everywhere yet hope is scarcely there. Hope is the dream of better days, hope is the passion ablaze. Hope comes when there is no way in sight, hope is always there to catch you when you fall. When you think you can go on no more, just hang on, you never know what hope has in store. .........

 

Loss seems the worst kind of sorrow, loss of a dream, loss of a person. But what about of the loss of an opportunity ? Opportunity for a dream, opportunity for time with a person, not even having the chance of loss. Wouldn’t be worse than loss itself ? More prominent, more painful, an aching sense that if only you’d had the chance, you would at least have memories, good or bad, would it matter as long as you could remember? Loss seems the worse kind of sorrow, but worse is the loss of the opportunity..... !