Hope.

Hope. It's the smile within our mind that drive our hearts to its goal.

Sure, we drive fast, hoping our car will make a two-minute difference, by going ten miles over the speed limit. Or often, we hope that our mother's food will taste as good as it smells. Frequently, we hope for clouds to part with no rain. Our fathers hope for their favorite football team to win. Students hope to get good grades. We hope to not die on a roller coaster, screaming like little girls at a Jonas concert.

But there is a hope inside of me that reaches far beyond a mediocre level of not getting sunburn in August. It doesn't belong to the category of a "chance." It drives my actions daily. It restrains me, when necessary. It pushes over the edge, speechless and breathless. It causes my heart to leap with smiles.

This hope is a path to a fulfillment only time will bring. Emptiness will no longer be the air I breath. Longing will transform into loving with every day that comes. Any current love inside of me will shape into a longtime fulfillment.

Just as the words sung by Francesca Battistelli, "..and I can't imagine anything, anything better than someday soon..."

This is my point of view... and I intend to hold on to it firmly.