Hopeful

Hope. It is the one defining fabric that drives us to the often impossible. Some cling to it, others plan feverishly to never have to need it, but when we all have to have it, our own last resort, we embrace it. Even at the ridiculous, like in the line at the grocery store, I hope I picked the short one, or approaching the light hoping it will not change to red, and least not forget hoping that we left enough time to clock in on-time. It's an amazing thing we do on a daily basis. Is it all just poor planning or are we that desperate?