If Hope were currency, I could afford an island. Each day, full of wishes for something long coveted. My hopes are always for things beyond my control. Even if it’s simply a day better than yesterday. Hope is empty. But not weightless. Its price tag is the burden of Fear. We cannot afford to live on an island of fear. There is no freedom in freedom.
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