Where does hope come from? Can I pluck it from the pages of a best-selling book? Can I find it floating on a melody of a Death Cab song? Can I catch it from the lips of a loved one? Can I find it on the ceiling as I lie on my back at night, staring up? Can I see it through the blur of tears seeping across my eyelids? If I smile more, will it come? If I laugh like a child, will hope find me? If I make a fist, can I make it come? If I tighten all my muscles and hold my breath, will hope save me? If I run and I run and I run, will I catch up with it? If I curl into a ball and stay still, will it discover me?
Where do we find hope?