According to Merriam-Webster, hope is, “to want something to happen or to be true and think it could happen or be true.” Google defines it as, “a feeling of expectation or desire for a certain thing to happen.” Dictionary.com states hope is, “the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best.”
Hope is what gets us out of bed each morning. It is fuels us through the dark times and sustains us through each raucous celebration.
We wish on lucky charms. We pray in the dark. We clutch our touchstones.
Hope is our breath, our pleas, our requests.
With that final throw by Kris Bryant to Anthony Rizzo during the bottom of the 10th inning, the hopes of Cub fans exploded in joyous pandemonium. No more next year. No more curses. Hope was in the talented hands of those young men on the field in Cleveland, and they threw it back to everyone watching.
There will be days of partying and parades and flying that W, but today….today is about hope.
Today is about the hope in our hearts which floats and sings and hangs on, even in the fiercest of storms. Today is a recognition of all that is exquisite and divine in this scary, bizarre, fabulous, and hopeful world we inhabit.
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches on the soul and sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all.” -Emily Dickinson