About

MISTIDAYSOFHOPE

  • Webster’s Dictionary
    • Hope: “wanting something to happen or be true and think that it could happen, to cherish a desire with anticipation
  • Emily Dickinson
    • Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all …”
  • The Bible
    • Romans 5: “We also give glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance, perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not deceive us because God’s love has been poured into our hearts…”
  • Martin Luther King Jr.
    • Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.”

In this journey we call life there has always been one constant truth in mine and that is to have hope. Believing that with hard work and hope no matter what the world throws at me I can endure, I am strong enough to push forward. And yet, as much as I believe in having hope; it is the one thing that has always eluded me.

Having hope and joy for this life is not something that comes easy for me and it never has. However, it is something that I desperately need and yearn for more with every passing day. That is why I write about it, because I struggle and this is just my personal pursuit.

I’m just one lost soul trying to find my way in this world we live in. I started this blog as a place for my ever-wondering thoughts, experiences and randomness. You are welcome to join me and maybe we can discover something new together.  Because I know of the darkness when hope has disappeared, we can guide each other. Search within yourself. . . YOU ARE HOPE. So write, sing, talk, dance, run. Do whatever it is that helps you find that hope within yourself. And do it often. We must be the inspiration we search for so eagerly never tiptoeing and never giving up.

Why should we give up? Even if all has turned black. In the end we still have the most important reason to believe…ourselves. Never-ending hope is discovered when we come to realize that the struggle we are facing will only fade when it is time for the sun to rise. Understanding that nature cannot be forced but must unfold in its own way. Discovering and feeling without a doubt in our hearts that though there may be many misty days to come, in the end HOPE for a beautiful day is the only thing we have to hold onto.

At last.
With  Love, 

          MBD