It ended up there quite accidentally. At Halloween my family decorated our entryway into a freak show carnival. After Halloween when we were taking everything down some of the sticky glittery letters had fallen from the signs and stuck to the walls and floor.
I picked them up and stuck them to the door. They spelled Hope. I didn’t really try to spell it. It just worked out that way.
I supposed it was a hint. Perhaps I should have Hope everytime I leave the house, or maybe it is a reminder that this house holds Hope.
I used to think that Hope was a bad thing. A false sense of better things to come. (I was a bit of a pessimist). I always said that Pandora’s box contained Hope for a reason, that it was the worst torture you could inflict on mankind.
I think that my skewed view was because I was hoping for the wrong things. I’m still not sure. Recently I have started to see that in some aspects of my life Hope is a good thing.
For example, my son. Autism is very difficult to handle sometimes. There are days when you just don’t know what to do and there doesn’t seem like there is ever going to be a light at the end of the tunnel. But then something will work out or change and you get through the rough patch. You meet people who have found ways to help or those who have triumphed with their own struggles with Autism.
Those moments start to change you from the inside.
So I’ll take the hint. Hope can stay sticking to my door. A reminder and a mantra.