So like the story goes, at the bottom of the box of all the bad things...there was hope. Without it we would not have the strength to fight. We could not conquer sickness, hardships, heartaches, losses, or our fears if we didn't have that 4 letter word. Something that is meant as a punishment or sorrow can actually be a way to remind us that hope was placed in that box, too.
There is light up ahead, and I don't have to run to it. Walking will get me there just fine. And I'll be able to smell the lilacs.
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