No matter how bad the day.
No matter how hard the times.
There exists an idea that it could somehow be okay.
That everything that’s wrong could actually be made right.
We don’t feel it in all moments. But it’s there.
The hope.
And along with that exists the fear.
That this is as good as it is ever going to be.
The pain is the reality and it’s durable.
But then that hope rolls back in.
Because it compels us.
Even though we’re not always sure why.
