My Valley. My Hope

The sun was setting, and my skin was sunburned. I’m thirsty, tired, and want to sleep, but I can’t stop right now when I’m so close to my goal.

I see the landscape in the distance and imagine what I will find: rivers, green grass, animals, will to live and hope.

There must be all of this; otherwise, why would I have gone all this way? I trust what I perceived in my heart; my hope cannot betray me, not now that I am so close to my goal.

I walk and arrive at the promised land. I fall to my knees, screaming.

Where is the green grass? Where is life? Where are the animals?

Is my hope dead?

I cry, then I laugh.

I laugh because this is hope; as long as there is life, there is hope, and I will transform this desert into a place full of life.

But does this desert live inside my heart, or is it the world? And can the hope of a single individual make a difference?

I can try it.

I will do it.

This is my hope.