Today I wrote these words for mornings when it seems like there's no point. I will tell myself:
There IS hope because there is still beauty, and there is still love. If you cannot see the beauty or the love, look for it and find it in the world around you. If you cannot find it, create it in small ways or great ways. That is where hope lies: in tiny and large seeds.
Are we not still here? Are we not alive?