Despite being my childhood companion, my life jacket during an ugly illness, my light in despair, my anchor in uncertainty, at times it has hidden from me. We ridicule those who have too much of it. We hospitalize those who have too little. It is dependent on so many things yet indisputably necessary to most. Those who have it live longer.
Words can destroy it.
Science has overlooked it. A day without it is dreadful. A day with an abundance of it guarantees little. We have names for people who have lost hope. We fail to see the injured soul, the lost drive, the buried pain.