Not in any specific way, just generally. A sense that the world really is an all right place to be and that it will continue to be an all right place. Not perfect, wonderful, but all right. Not that ugly stuff doesn't happen or exist. Lots is being written about hope, about how two folks with the same diagnosis of cancer live and last differently and difference is that one is hopeful and the other not.
Some kids grow up in hell and still have hope and live a happy life.
Others don't and we don't know why. It does seem that a mentor, one important adult who believes in you can make a big difference. That a teacher, neighbor, aunt, friend can overbalance the forces of nastiness and help nurture hope. Another part of hope is called Destructive Hope. That tricks you into staying in an abusive place, with an abusive life going on, since perhaps if you are just good enough, or different enough somehow, all will be well.