I'm not eight yet. My mom told me when you start baseball, you aren't going to be able to run that fast because you had an operation. I told Mom I wouldn't need to run that fast. When I play baseball, I'll just hit them out of the park. Then I'll be able to walk.
Hope is nothing more than wishful thinking.
An unwavering core of knowingness generates havingness. Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible. Hope is the anchor of the soul, the stimulus to action, and the incentive to achievement. If it were not for hope, the heart would break. Hope is putting faith to work when doubting would be easier.