It seems like such a simple thought, but when you don't have it, or when you're hanging on to it by a thread, the mere glimpse of hope is sometimes the only thing that will get you through the next minute, the next week, the next two years.
A couple of weeks ago, I saw the movie "Once." It's an indie flick and I've been obsessed with the music from the picture. I've been listening to the soundtrack on this trip and discovered that one of the songs, "Falling Slowly," had won the Oscar for Original Song (guess I'm not the only one obsessed with it!). Markéta Irglová's (one of the song's writer and movie's star) acceptance speech went a little something like this:
"...this song was written from a perspective of hope, and hope at the end of the day, connects us all...."
Somehow sitting in this place again, listening to a song of hope, I now believe that although there are still more lessons to be learned, still more answers to seek and still more mistakes to be made, I did find what I was looking for two years ago.
And that that there STILL is hope. And Starbucks (thankfully).
January, 2006