I am all of these things and more. I cannot deny them because all these wants, all these needs are a part of me. They make up a part of the person I try not to be. I can lie and claim I am none of these but I will always know better each time I look in the mirror.
Myth has Hope at the last item in Pandora's Box. It was a small thing, with a tiny voice, a dim glow and almost unnoticed in the pain and anguish caused by the evil Pandora let loose, But that small thing was able to heal the wounds, to stop the suffering, to make things better simply by it being there. It was a match for and the balance to all that came before it.
I wake in the morning and hope...
...hope that I can be the person I want to be
...hope that I can let go of the anger
...hope that I can be kind
...hope that I can do what is right
...hope that I can give instead of take
...hope that I can be cured of what ails me
Some days are better than others. Some I do what I should and am closer to what I wish to be. Some days I slide back towards the darkness. I cheer and berate myself over my actions each day, I can lie awake in bed at night fretting over what is and what is not or simply slip into dreams knowing that the day is done and it is time to rest.
But I still rise the next day, rested or not, because I still live. And before the press of day grinds at me again, in that brief moment before the weight of the world settles on me again...
