Hope

There are millions of things in this world that are considered important
…or so we are fooled.

I think there are very few things that truly matter.
Although the priority may differ from person to person.

For me, it’s always been simple:
Faith
Family
Health
Freedom
Gratitude

But what if I took these elements,
poured them together, squeezed them tight,
and spun them into one fine, invisible thread?

That thread is Hope.

Hope that one day I’ll find the perfect family and the perfect place for me.
Hope grounded in Faith and Gratitude.
Hope that never lets itself break.

…Hope to keep hoping.

Today’s writing reminded me of the battle scene in Sandman.

In the show, Dream (aka Morpheus) and Lucifer engage in a strange, poetic battle. They don’t throw punches or cast spells—they speak in symbols. Each word becomes a form, an idea, a transformation.

The play goes like this,

Lucifer: As the challenged, I set the meter and take the first move.
Morpheus: Very well. Make your move.
Lucifer: I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.
Morpheus: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.
Lucifer: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter throwing.
Morpheus: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight-legged.
Lucifer: I am an anthrax, butcher bacterium, warm-life destroying.
Morpheus: I am a world, space-floating, life-nurturing.
Lucifer: I am a nova, all-exploding…
Morpheus: I am the universe—all things encompassing, all life embracing.
Lucifer: I am anti-life, the beast of judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds… and everything.

Lucifer: And what will you be then, Dreamlord?
Morpheus: I am hope.

And just like that, the battle ends.

Not with power. Not with fear.
With hope.

I know—it’s a fantasy show. Maybe a little over the top.
But that moment genuinely gave me goosebumps.

Because I couldn’t think of anything that can win over human hope, either.