This is what hope looks like to me:
I was once passionate about cross-country skiing. It’s faded from my life over the last ten years, which I blame on the demands of job, home ownership, and family.
To see both my boys out there doing it, and doing it well, made me feel really good. I felt as if there was hope for the future again, as if there was the possibility of fun and satisfaction and enjoyment even when the future appears so bleak and dreadful.
Ending and Beginning 