hope

So I've been eating a lot of vanilla ice cream and gummy bears.

Delicious.


I look forward to it during my day.

Hoping my grandpa didn't eat the last of the 'nilla.

Hoping my mom didn't find my gummy stash.


Joke time: What kind of bear doesn't have teeth?

Answer time: . . . . a gummy bear.

So my days have been spent hoping.



Hope.


Not like Obama phrases, but

like

real hope.

Why do we hope?

I mean, at times it's encouraging.
Keeps you going.

But at the same time it's
like
a lack of control, even?


Hope just seems like something lazy.

Hoping you still have that crutch to lean on.

Hoping instead of doing.


Or maybe it's a last resort when you've done everything possible.
Hope is left. . . . ?

iDk.

word of the day i guess.