Hope- Don't Drop It

But it is so. slippery. And my hands are so. tired.

There must be a better plan, and it will unfold when it is ready. And I will believe that, and I will hold on. I had a good chat with a good friend yesterday, and she told me, "I have plenty of time to be cynical later (when I am old), but for now I will believe the world is wonderful."

You can't fight divinity, whatever you perceive it to be -- a God, a predetermined fate, or merely random interlockings of chance occurrences. It is like sailing upon a great ocean. When the winds are calm and the sea is still, your paddles and engines may serve to change the course of your boat. But when the sky deigns to be moody and the winds began to roar, what was once purposeful direction now becomes but feeble acquiescence to what must come to pass. I must remain humble, and willing.