I’ve decided I’m going to be a Hope Detective. I’m going to track, study, broadcast it. Because nihilism sure won’t turn things ‘round. I believe: Heart people are everywhere. New worlds are underway. The solution is seeded in every problem—we just have to… detect it.
What you can’t control:
The weather. Mean people. How people interpret history. How people interpret you.
What people think about anything and everything. What people say to you. What people say to anyone else. Who or what anyone loves. How anyone feels about anything.
But what if we rocked our emptiness? Felt the perimeter of ourselves. Relished the silence. Made friends with the peace that’s always waiting for us. What if we got off on the discomfort of our emptiness and let it be creative tension?