Hope is not a delicate flower that only grows in fertile soil. It is like an ancient root, hidden but alive, wild and ready to emerge even in the most barren landscapes.
In times of challenges, when everything seems to be falling apart, hope is an act of courage that drives us to walk a path that does not yet exist but pulses within us, like a dream waiting to be realized. And here, it is not about chasing a utopia, nor is this act of following an unknown path an escape from reality.
We are the architects of our lives, and hope can be seen as a compass guiding us to “the nothing that is yet to come.” What sustains hope is the ability to imagine—not a naive dream, but a concrete and active practice. Imagining this nothing that does not yet exist is the first step toward making it real. It is not an abstract void but an infinite field of possibilities that each of us can explore and build.
Humanity has a peculiar relationship with pain. Often, it is only in the darkest moments that we allow ourselves to look within, into the depths of the soul. In that space, we find questions we didn’t dare ask before: “Who am I without my story?” and “What is truly important?” It is moments like these that define our nature. In fact, the history of humanity is a living testament to this creative force. From the great social revolutions, what drives us is hope as a revolutionary energy that does not surrender.
It is curious to observe how, in times of war, for example, hope functions as a unifying factor that compels action—it is movement, action, and struggle. Dreaming of a better future is a collective act. So hope is not just something personal; it is social. The construction of a better world begins when we dare to share our ideas, goals, and visions.
There is something profoundly human in great catastrophes, in moments when our physical health is compromised, when we believe there is no way out, or during a grieving process. In these moments, hope takes on other contours, as it does not manifest only in grand gestures, but in the small things that often go unnoticed. It lives in the warm gaze of those who love us, in the smell of wet earth that reconnects us with the cycle of life, in the sunrise that reminds us of daily renewal, and in the silent yet constant presence of those beside us in the trenches of life. It is in these simple but meaningful gestures that hope makes its presence felt, sustaining us and giving us strength to carry on, even when everything seems lost.
If my words make sense to you, dear reader, I invite you to go beyond and open yourself to the possibility of seeing hope as a commitment to life: a gift, a legacy from those who came before us, faced unimaginable challenges, and despite that, moved forward, still inspiring us today with their capacity to overcome. A tribute to all those who have become humbler and more compassionate people, with a world that urgently needs to remember that hope is not a luxury, but a necessity, for it is what keeps the flame of humanity alive.
In the end, perhaps the greatest lesson is this: hope is not out there; it lives within us. Every action, every step, every breath is a declaration of hope. Life, even in its simplest forms, is an act of resistance against emptiness.
Remember: nothing lasts forever. The only certainty we have is that change is constant. The seasons change, pain transforms, and what is difficult to endure or challenging today is also an opportunity for growth.
There is always a thread of hope present on our path. And you, reader, are the weaver of that thread.
Article published in the Revista Progredir:
Sofia Carrera Pérez
Facilitator and mentor in personal development
Coach, Therapist, and Author
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