About Hope!

Hope! It’s why we sleep at night expecting sunshine in few hours, to wake up and enjoy our journey of life.

Hope is not merely a feeling. It is the Action we take once we Decide to Desire-with-Belief in Achievement and to Expect-with-Confidence success we bring through... Our successful Actions and Decisions are built upon the Hope and Expectation that what we want is achievable. You wake up and go to school or work or where else because, you expect that you will arrive there safely. That is Hope. You plant a seed and you water it every day with a belief that it will turn into a plant, into a tree, into a fruitful living being in few days or weeks or months, or maybe years. That is Hope. Depending on how hopeful you are this will consequently result in how victorious you are in life.

Hope is cultivated, developed and learned just like learning how to walk… It takes time and it takes effort. But, more than that, it requires faith, will and action. Grow your Hope every day. Water it like a seed in the ground... Nurture it with care, till it grows into a big, huge, giant tree so, birds in the sky come and make nests and dwell in its branches.

Always be sure that there is hope, just as much as you are sure there is air in the atmosphere, as much as there are stars in the sky and water in the seas,.. If you believe, then you can make use of it and act in accord to that Faith; Faith in hope and hope based on faith.

Every day is a stand on cross roads of hope and despair. Strong minds hope, cause hope and inspire hope. . Always start as if you already succeeded! Start with attitude of success!

Have hope through actions of hope. Hope in EVERY THING you pass through and in EVERY ONE you pass by.

Andy.

Quietly!

Quietly I opened her bedroom door, carefully stepped in, making sure not to interrupt her sleep. I sneaked in and closed the door.

I looked at her, calm and peaceful, how adorable she is inside out. My eyes glanced over her inch by inch… Her skin was perfect and smooth, colorful like caramel. Her hair was soft, dangling on her face, covering her eye and hiding a shy cheek. Her nightclothes strap slipped down her shoulder. I reached out my hand and stirred her hair to reveal her divine face. And rearranged her strap in place. I didn't hesitate to grab a chair to sit back beside her bed and contemplate her sleeping, paying attention to details; like a guardian angel watching over her. It makes me feel more human.

Her face was tranquil. Her delicate cheeks looked stunning like ripe apples, soft and bouncy like marshmallows where I would dip my lips lovingly, or I might just move the back of my palm over them carefully. Her brown hair cascaded down over the pillow around her head, like a saint’s aura, ornamenting her look and emphasizing the beauty of her charming face. Her gorgeous little nose that I usually like to grab, teases me and her tiny flawless chin just makes me joyous when I look at her. Her petite lips just fit together as a sensibly chosen pair. They speak even though they don’t move. Her closed eyes tell the dreams that she longs for and the fantasies she craves. She wishes to wake up from her sleep to find them all came true. Her hands settled tenderly under her chest, comforting her heart, as to say “It’s all gonna be Okay dear.”

Maybe she is asleep, but indeed awake in heart. She knows that I’m there and that I’m enjoying her loudly silent performance. Her breath was calm like the surface of the ocean and I wonder what would be there under.

I stood up from the chair, approached her, and knelt on the floor resting my arms on the side edge of her bed. I deliberately ran the back of my fingers over her bare arm, from shoulder to palm, then I bent down, closed my eyes to kiss her gorgeous sweet hand. The smell of her skin was intoxicating that I wish that moment took forever. I murmured: "I believe that one day you will come to value the treasure in you. I believe that you are worth love and worth life. I wont give up on you." I wish she could have heard and felt it all. Though, I bet she did.

Then, I stood up and walked towards the door, turned my head, to have one last look for the night, at the dear package of beauty reposed in bed, before I step out of heaven, full of hope for now and tomorrow and full of dreams, dreams with her and for her... Dreams of us feeding one another our love. For I never give up on her. But, instead, I genuinely believe.

So as not to interrupt her sleep, I opened her bedroom door, carefully stepped out... Quietly!

Andy.