11pm
Leisurely navigating my way back home
Something catches my eye
A lonely hedgehog is making an attempt to cross the street
I dont need to evade it, but I fear for the critters safety and stop on the sidewalk to check if it has decided to cross or go back to its burrow
Its not there
A minute goes by, still no sign of it
The headlights of a car shine on my and my beat up scooter
It passes
I decide to continue my way home
And then suddenly it strikes me
I have found hope again
I have a vision of what i would like to do
I have plans
I have prospects
Things are going my way
I have hope for the future
For the first time in 4 years I have genuine hope for myself
A tear hurriedly escapes my eye and gets almost immediately dried on my cheek due to the chill nightly wind
I think everything is going to be ok
I think I will be able to make it
Its is strange, coming to that realization
Its like meeting an old acquaintance, you havent seen each other in forever but you know you will hit it off immediately after getting back
Hope is like that, I know that I can rely on it to help me further my future, and even if it sometimes might leave, I now am sure that it will eventually come back to support me
