…stop hoping, when hope means so many things.
Hope is like the warmth of the sunlight, after a gloomy weather.
Hope is a promise of a new tomorrow.
Hope is the beginning of an early dawn.
Hope is like finding a comfortable house, when you get lost in the woods.
Hope is like getting fresh supplies of important things, when your supplies are over and out.
Hope is that end of the string that is endless.
Hope is that end of the shore which comes after a non ending horizon.
Hope is finding right pair of shoes for your outfit, for an important occasion.
Hope is the transformation of seed into a sapling, which later bears fruits and flowers.
Hope is a miracle to happen, sitting at a corner.
Hope is a strong desire to change things for betterment.
Hope is magical when nothing else works.
Hope is the only thing that keeps you fueled in the race of life.
Hope helps you to stem upwards, when the situations pull you downwards.
Hope is sometimes easy, and sometimes difficult.
Hope is sometimes a possibility, and sometimes a probability.
So, why should I stop hoping, when “hoping is the bright morning light after a dark dreary night”?