Finding light in darkness, the role of hope.

One very difficult thing to do especially when life throws all shades of stones at us is to stay hopeful. But, the twist is, we sleep everyday, in hopes that we'll wake up the day after. In fact, sometimes, we already have plans on what to do ahead. I'll tag that sub-conscious hope.

Life seem cruel to us atimes, and we wonder why it's happening the way it did, but many atimes, we fail to look a bit deeper than the surface. Maybe, just maybe there's something hidden deep within. But truth be told, it's never easy to keep hoping when we're at the edge, but we do it anyways.

Sometimes ago, when I was seeking admission into the university, the best news of my life at the time was printing my admission letter online. However, there were problems. I struggled hard to pay the schools fees, and registration fees, but something was left out. Accomodation fees. I've been fending for myself for a long time, and I've exhausted all my savings on settling school bills, but I won't sleep on the street, right? That was the problem.

It was a strange city where I knew no one. I was so broke that I couldn't afford to eat once a day talk more transport myself to school, not to even think of securing an accomodation. I have friends that are doing really well, but for the fear of doing illegal, I couldn't approach them for help. I was so waiting for a miracle that will rescue me from my down moment.

I cried, I tried, I hustled, but nothing was forthcoming. So, I had to consider either finally submitting to illegals or withdrawing from school. I was hungry for days, and I couldn't tell anyone. Maybe I couldn't even think much of food because I was still trying to look for who could accommodate me for sometime, or maybe some form of miracle would happen, and someone would just bless me with some money to secure a place for myself... But, none came. I was exhausted. I couldn't hope anymore, but there was a tiny glimpse of it left.

One day, I don't know how fate brought me together with someone I call my aunt today. We are neither blood related nor related by friendship. Honestly, I don't remember how we met, but, fate brought us together, and I related to her what I needed at the time. "I have a place you can manage for sometime", she said. Ah! Really? I couldn't believe my ears. I didn't know how to react. I wanted to scream, but I didn't know if I could. She took me in for all the years I spent in school without collecting a dime, and even fed me atimes.

Staying hopeful is hard, very hard, but it is doable. The toughness of life sometimes get to us so much that we would think it was all over, but just a little thread of hope that you need to hold on to is right there deep in your heart if you could just listen to it.

If you can't do it alone, find someone trustworthy to discuss with and see how relieved you'll be until the answer to your needs come. Staying motivated amidst hardship is difficult, but it is achievable. Just as we sleep in hopes that we will wake up the next day to a new day to try again, we can always believe that keeping our hopes alive will also keep us going until we reach the bright end.

This is my entry to #Inleoprompt for July.