[self-portrait series]
Am I chasing Hope or is Hope chasing me? And what does Hope do or want? In a way, Hope is a good thing. A positive thing. It comforts my soul. It warms my heart. And it’s my friend. The feeling of Hope gives me breathing room. I give the steering wheel of my life for a little while to Hope. I give the directions and Hope sees if we get there.
On the other hand, it freezes me. Life comes to a standstill. An anxious feeling starts to grow. Because Hope has the controls and I am waiting. I am not good at waiting. So I start to pull on Hope. Please move forward. Please do something. Do not standstill. Am I chasing Hope or is Hope chasing me to move?
