Hope isn’t in short supply nor can anyone exhaust it. Yet, people treat it like it’s fragile and depreciates with use. People act as if you can only use hope in case of emergency, when your own supply of motivation runs out. We’re impoverished consumers, ignorant opinionators, mindless scholars, because we’ve locked ourselves out from our hearts and we don’t know how to get back in. It doesn’t matter how much affluence someone enjoys, when one’s confined to the physical world and has access to this one dimension, it causes malnourishment because we’re multidimensional beings. We operate on several different realms simultaneously. Hope is simply the mind holding space for the unknown and what it can’t yet decipher through a 3D lens but very much exists. It links the mind to the adjacent possible without contaminating the new with the old.