Hope and Courage

HOPE. The word that I feel is gradually slipping from my heart but I strive too hard to have a tight grip on it. Isn't it the only thing that a poor man ever possess? That a losing cause ever keep? Oh God, without hope DEATHS might consume the whole world and create chaos and troubles in every corner of this planet. But even amidst the doomed death, hopeful people still see a little glimmer of light from a not too far paradise. But I wonder where do we get this hope that seems to be our weapon against every form of evils-poverty, war, persecution and others. Why it only exists upon the time of misery? Or is it? Does hope thrive in times of happiness too?

When in time that my life begins to submerge into the abyss of loneliness caused by frustrations, disappointments, failures and defeats, I see no light. I feel no hope. I see only darkness that filled with infinite sadness. I try to grasp the arms of those people whom I considered friends but they are not there. I then realize those people stayed up on the floating ships of luxury and happiness and there's no way they could be down here. I've been there too until I was fallen down. I thought it's the end now. I thought hope has already flewn away from me. But not too long I feel someone's holding my arms. And I feel there's many of them. I look back and very much surprise to see my family. I couldn't believe they followed me here. They could have stayed above and live their good lives, but they choose to hold my arms. I see my wife and my son with their smile. I see my father handing me a book. It's the Bible. Oh God I almost forget it's there. I see them all beside me!

COURAGE. How a man invented this word? Or does he? But who cares now? Courage is all I need to get my feet back to where they're supposed to be. Courage is what every man carried in making his journey towards unknown world. The world that often brought great chaos and full of dangers. Courage is what I lost in every venture that I am suppose to take, in every battle that I am suppose to win. Does courage has something to do with hope? Do I lost hope when I lost my courage? Oh, don't it be. Because I am still gripping hard on my hope which I believe the only thing I have now. If it's lost, then I am waging a lost war in my life. If I am already lost then what kind of hope I am clinging with?

Today, I am sprinting hard to get back up to the surface of the sea of success. I am equipped with Courage and Hope now. Where do I get them from? I wonder. Ah, I almost forget that this journey is different now. I have company-my family. It's good to have company in a difficult journey. When I begin to fall down again, there are lots of them who keep me pushing up. Oh, I have a book in my right hand. It keeps me reminding of courage and hope. And it tells me who gave them. It's Him. I feel another tiny hand holding in my left. I see my son. A little child who keeps smiling to me and called me PAPA. This is the most wonderful journey I would ever have to take. And oh, is this what they called LIFE? If it's so, it's wonderful. A beautiful life ever... Soon, I would be in the place where I was before. But I know it would be happier because when I get there I have my family already. They accompanied me in this journey and no way I would get there without them..! No way..