When we think, we have nothing left. When we think, we can’t go on, its hope the catalyst, that moves the world. It all begins with a glitter of hope. A small shining point in our hearts, which tell us… “Get up, it’s not over, lift yourself up, anything is possible, tomorrow will be a better day. Keep dreaming, keep moving, keep innovating for I am with you every step of the way.” Yes, its hope. It all begins with that shining, glimmering point in our hearts. Best expressed in Emily Dickinson’s poem “Hope” is the thing with feathers.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.