For my next blog I like to share my perspective on the bittersweet symphony of hope. Lately I have noticed that using hope in conversations can rather feel peculiar, icky or even cause turmoil. Is this because people cannot seem to grasp the matter of hope? We hope for what lies beyond our control until our hopes become shaped by the excuses, we tell ourselves. My relationship with hope is quite hopeful if I say so myself😊 Though after a grounding conversation with my mother on the subject I had to meditate and integrate the feeling of hope that is most right for me and true to my soul.

She is the steady tree to my light feather 

When I told my mother that I hope for growth in those who have wronged me, she became fierce in attending my personal perspective on self-worth. I wanted to explain the selfless side of having compassion or unconditional love. My mom says it is foolish (and far from selfless) to waste time on this kind of hope because I am hoping for a potential I have seen through my love for another. Doing this for someone who has disappointed me time and time again would only dismiss my sense of peace or strength in letting go. She implies my hope is tight to something I am not facing that is a direct reflection on a lack of attendance to my own needs. I am grateful for my mother’s voice on the matter because it is wise and challenges me to accept my shadow, I forget to see.  

To integrate our shadow, we need community and acceptance

When reflecting on myself, I’ve come to realize that my hope is not rooted in expectation. Beyond even that, it is a loving dream, open, tender, and ready to be explored. It has its own unique frequency and can be seen as an invitation for someone to tune into. Whether anyone ever does or not, it will still be there. No one needs to be there. I’m genuinely at peace with it, just as it is.

I think the way I go about hope is an example of trying to balance the art of letting go with loyalty to unconditional love. My mother is right to say that my hope is not selfless, but I understand now, it was never meant to be. My hope is an extension of who I am as a human being, so it cannot be without the self. Though it is meant to enhance the power of God, my hope probably contains dreams that may never come true.

Some might say my hope isn’t realistic, but I don’t mind. Hope is alive. It’s authentic. It pulses with meaning. If anything, hopelessness is the true shadow of life. My mother is teaching me something important: to protect my peace by being realistic about whether I’m acting on the trust I have in myself or holding on to hope for someone else.

Why even have hope for someone who is not reciprocating your frequency?

Within my believes, everything is connected and makes me just like I am today. Every day I try to be grateful for life because it teaches me wisdom, grace and beauty. These teachings do not just come from successes and sunny days. All the itty-bitty grits of darkness and blue moons are also contributing to my growth. This is where self-worth plays its part. You must be pretty much in love with your soul for it to stay grateful and full of hope every day. This is far from egotistical or being self-centred. I dare you to try to love yourself truly for one whole month. It will feel like a fulltime job, marriage and having children at the same time.

Yes, I am loving myself for who I am today, and I have a voice to share my frequency with. Do not let anyone take you down but thank them for trying. Hope for their growth like it is your own child because it will raise the light within you. The brighter you become; more people will start to understand the art of leadership and its compassionate component. The people whom I have encountered, all of them, are now the shadow of my revolutionary life. I cannot go about my life without thanking them. This would be hypocritical because I made a vow to love all of me. Since everything has its connection, I will love my demons.  

And so, it is…

We need bullies to make us strong. We need victims to humble our ego. And why not give something back by hoping, by extending, by moulding and strengthening the fuel for our capability to enhance change, commitment and expression. Did we not choose to live this life? I chose her even though she betrayed me, I chose him even though his love was an empty promise. I choose my dad. I choose my mother. I keep on choosing and I make better choices throughout the time. If it was not for my failed relationships and vain, if it was not for my naïve and in need of validation character, I would never be writing this blog. My hope is maybe not selfless, but it was never meant to be self-centred. Because when I thrive you thrive my friend.

Teachings

• Being hopeful is like serving a certain outlook even though you cannot see beyond the barrier that is placed before you. It can unravel the lifeforce inside us. This gets tricky and inappropriate when you are tying your happiness or even survival around it. Hope is energy and only you give matter to this.

  
  

• Being realistic is like seeing through barriers that are logically intact with your believes and will therefore, in a sense, be easier to overcome. This does not mean that life can always be rationally lived because it is far from. You never know when you are going to be challenged with your belief system. In my opinion destiny is more powerful.

• Even your enemies can serve your growth if you make space for their teachings.

• When using your soul/intuition to make affirmative beliefs it will feel uncomfortable (like stretching pain on the gut).

• Life, God, spirit, your soul tribe/guides, the universe will test you by affirming if you can make your hopes and dreams come true – art of discernment.

• Selflove is not always relaxing.

• What is for your best interest will be – gratefulness + intentional action on your highest excitement = success and above all happiness.

Affirmation

I am focusing on my highest interest by challenging the world that is made for my highest potential.