Hope- a small word but it means so much. It is what keeps us going. When the world shouts “give up!”, hope whispers “try it one more time.”

Hope; spes, nozomi, Hoffnung—not matter the language, it is still that time flame deep inside. The flame that can never be put out—it’s a true treasure, something so small and precious yet so unfathomably powerful. It is the driving force that wakes us up in the morning, the invisible touch that guides out hands.

Hope—it is that beautiful girl or your devoted boyfriend. It is your passion to write or your knack to act, your captivation and your reservations.

Hope is a fire we didn’t start and a river that keeps flowing. It changes worlds and hearts. It is you and it is me. Hope is the small word that keeps us going.