It is the fulcrum around which the world revolves.
It is the magic word that conjures images of everyday life.
It is hope… the innate nature of a human being that makes the impossible possible.
Taking the wings of imagination, I swooped across the world to feel the pulse of hope.
I saw the painter over the hoarding, climbing over the ladder, reaching for the skies, hoping for the paltry tenner to make him richer.
the actor in the hoarding with stars in his eyes.
the ice cream vendor beneath the board trying to hypnotize every passerby to buy his ice-cream.
the passerby on the scooter eyeing the neighboring car as an image from his future.
The businessman in the car touching his cigar to see if the Midas touch can be reality.
My flight across the oceans saw the water relaxing, holding its breath and fuming when it was flowing, freezing and forming tides.
While circling the prairies, I met a flock of birds flying away hoping that the grass is greener on the other side.
This I guess is what life is all about! When you wake up, you hope that it is better than any day ever… While on your way to work, you hope that the last piece of code you wrote starts working… While going for lunch, you hope it is something more palatable… When your boss calls you to his chamber, you hope it is something positive… When you sit in front of the TV, you hope there is something worth watching… when you go to sleep, you hope for dreams that make your sleep child like…You don’t live life…. You hope through life…