Hope to Reality
I’m not used to this: being able to look back at my journal entries in retrospect and smile. So often, in the past, my entries have remained the same from year to year, but this year so much has changed. The world around me seems the same, but my life has shifted so drastically from what it once was. No longer am I burdened by the past. No more am I worried about the future. Everything seems to be coming together and I can’t help, but be encouraged just thinking about that fact.
In my journal I found this entry from 12.4.11. I cannot, even now, stop smiling because in this entry are so many hopes that have, over the past year, slowly become reality:
Each second passes me today with such interesting precision. I had not noticed till I went to go to bed tonight. Life still seems a struggle. There is so much to do, so much to say, and so little time to fit it all in. I just want to share this, and that sharing is so long distant right now. I long for the time when it is brought nearer, but these seconds seem to be working against me. I am in hope, like never before, of its coming, but the space burrowed into these rooms seems so lonely at times; the time trapped within these walls seems to be quickly wasting away. The shadows of the past and the holograms of the future are so hard to hold onto and to let go of. All I have in this moment are these beautiful notes vibrating across the airwaves. Notes that speak of the commonality of hope in future holograms yet to come.
What hope is becoming reality for you?