Deep inside, in the place between fear and desire, lives hope.

Hope of a better future.

Hope of the job of your dreams.

Hope of family.

We all have hope.

But how long has it been since you actually looked at your hope? How long has it been since you took it out and examined it, held it up to the light and turned it on every facet? How intimate are you with your hope?

Hope cannot exist in a vacuum. It must be fed and handled and nurtured. Hope neglected is a pale, thin vessel for life.