Poet Emily Dickinson’s lines on hope always blow my mind. “Hope is the thing with feathers/ that perches on the soul/ And sings the tune without the words/ And never stops,” she writes in the opening verse. Indeed hopes are like birds that perch on our soul, mind, and heart with wings. They take flight and soar high whenever something looks brighter.
Our hopes follow in our sleep and fill our dream worlds. So many times, you would hear someone say, “I was hoping for rewards, and I dreamed of big ones.” Freud believed that our dreams could be a disguised fulfillment of a repressed wish. There is a thin hairline divide between our hopes and desires. Each follows us like the sun and the moon; they come with whispers of possibilities. For lives caught in the pandemic of COVID 19, hope is like the pivot carrying us to the following chapters. We hope for a pandemic-free world, a suitable vaccine that can keep the virus from mutating and make life more challenging. We hope for much more than a mere page-long list: we will hope to get through our troubled waters, to have a better future for the coming generations, a peaceful world where nations co-exist for each other, and so on. We hope that our world will be better off with a world that respects all races and genders. The list goes on and on. Hopes are the feathers that cover our days and keep us in the air, and move onward. As Desmond Tutu has said, “ Hope can see that there is light despite all of the darkness.”
When we are among friends and family, the strength in the unity is like the sun spreading its overall strength. We could use our love and light surrounding us like an illumination from the universe. Much as we are hopeful as an individual, communicating with others with positive notes strengthens our ties. As a group, we could unconsciously have negative approaches to life’s obstacles, making them bigger ones. The law of attraction has little humor; it hinges on the louder calls. When ten voices say, “ The way is too risky, we cannot try.” That sets the motion, and no one even tries. Whereas the same people say “ Yes” and want to try, they may achieve something beneficial together. Life is a journey into countless journeys into the unknown. Writers, poets, and musicians send messages of hope. When Ravindranath Thakur wrote, “ Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storms but to add colour to my sunset sky.” The notes of positive thoughts in those words move us from disparity and lend strength.
A life lost hope is to lose interest in living at all. Life has pitfalls, and it has pleasant surprises. The trust that we can overcome days of hardships and find peace raises our strength in believing that there is goodness and stability in the future; in other words, we have hope. HOPE is like the life elixir that bubbles in the heart and keeps it beating. Last but not least, from birth to death, hope is the magic potion to find the strength to be thankful till our last breath.
Tulip Chowdhury writes from Massachusetts, USA