I wondered if hope was always happiness. If it was always looking up and beyond, towards the better things to come.
And when those better things come, does hope end there? Does it vanish into air or does it save itself for messier times?
When times are dark, does hope shine brighter? Or does it appear that way, because we look for it more carefully in the shadows cast upon us.
I sat thinking about these things, and the world seemed quite light. It made me wonder; does one have hope, when one thinks about hope?