The Limit of Hope.

There was a book my mother made my sister and I read when we were in middle school. “Do hard things.” Both the title and the summary. It was a book about doing hard things.

Guess what? It’s really hard to do hard things. I thought I was pretty good at doing hard things. By the age of 25 I had undergone 10 years of scoliosis treatment, invasive spinal fusion surgery, graduated Summa Cum Laude from college with a 4.0 GPA, and started a business the same year (the same week, actually) as the world shut down from a global pandemic.

I had foolishly hoped that life would slow down a little in the latter half of my 20’s. This was not the case. Now I find myself launching a new business in a new country after my life has been completely reinvented. Not to mention the ever-increasing socio-political unrest that drove me to a new country in the first place.

It’s all really, really hard. I find myself confronting the fragile truth of my own humanity on a fairly regular basis. There is only so much I am capable of. Only so much I can do. Only so much I can control.

I can’t fix international relations. I don’t have the solution for world hunger or climate change. I barely have the solution to my own internal challenges. But I won’t ever give up. Even though I am at my limit. I will keep fighting for a new life for myself. I will keep fighting to build a better world. I will not, cannot give up hope that we can make something better.

Will you keep fighting with me? Will you keep hoping with me?

You see, how much hope we have is truly the one thing in life we can actually control. Hope is energy. It will keep you going when everything else feels lost.

There is no limit to hope. It is one of the few experiences humans can have that gives us a glimpse into a world of infinite energy and infinite possibility.

So whatever you do today, make something, believe in something. Let yourself feel just a little bit of hope.

Follow the {wilder} light,
Cayla