“No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.” ~ Terry Pratchett
While the world seems to be going mad, and misery is giving COVID-19 a run for its money on the infection race, most talk of hope is received with disbelief (even contempt). Hope today seems like a joke, when so many don’t know if they will have shelter or food next month. But it is not a joke—hope is a lifeline, a reminder, a promise of what the future might grow into, if one finds a way (or several ways) to refuse to whither under the poison that is despair.
If you find yourself in the arms of hopelessness, remember the words of someone who fought and hoped until his last breath, and “Be hopeful. Be optimistic. Never lose that sense of hope.” The rest will not work itself out all by its lonesome, but it might... if everyone fights to make it so.
- in her latest Wild Fridays, Roving the Web, Rosemary discusses motivation, free culture, and shares the links and publications of some of our own. If you missed it, follow this link back.
- for our next Weekly Scribblings, Sanaa wishes us “to write while inspired by food.”
As always, the Writers’ Pantry is the place where we share words of our choosing. Let your contribution be new or old, short or longish (369 words or fewer, if sharing prose). One entry per participant, please. Mr. Linky will remain open for a week, plenty of time to share our words and read (and comment on) what others have written. I hope you are well… and hopeful.
RIP, John Robert Lewis
Feb 21, 1940 - Jul 17, 2020
(your ripples will last forever)