Joy of Hope

I do not want to know my future. I have no idea what is ahead of me tomorrow. I just want to do something good before I leave for home. If God wills, I might be useful tomorrow or the day after.

Today I had a peaceful winter day in my room, keeping myself busy. Frankly speaking, I’ve been feeling slightly fed up with my winter routine. I can’t wait to spring, to red tulips, to Easter joy. But today there happened something that makes me think a lot. Someone I never knew passed away. A child, the charity foundation I work for, was trying to help. It was shocking to hear that heartbreaking news since just today I was checking a translation of the article about this boy who’s now an angel. I can never get used to the fact that children I see smiling on their photos just die. They just can’t bear their pains any more. That’s what no one can change. I always feel useless and terribly helpless when I think of parents who just lost their beloved child. I just know what it means to lose. I know it is terrible. It is something no one can describe.

My today’s post might not seem so joyful. But I’m grateful. I am happy. I’m grateful for my day, my parents and their care today. I was happy to hear my dad’s voice on the phone, telling me his news. I was enjoying the love in the cup of hot mango tea my mama made for me. I’m grateful for a friend who made me laugh today even though I didn’t feel like smiling at all. He posted a funny joke. I do not know if he was serious or just made it up. No idea. But he did a great thing. He cheered me up a lot.

 I’m grateful for all those little sunrays of love I feel from my dear people around…It is grey and cold outside but when I think of how much I am loved, I feel warm and thankful. This warmth is like a tulip blooming in my heart. I just hope. I hope for the best. I hope I will also learn to make people around me happier and warmer.

 I hope this little angel who flew into the sky today is happy and free of any pain and sorrows.