What gives me hope? That is the topic off today’s Studio Friday.
Some people give me more hope then others. For example, my grandmother and grandfather, whom I have written about many times before, give/gave me hope. Even if they are dead since many years. But they were strong and struggled along with there life. It gives me hope thinking about them. I have friends that are creative like me and we talk a lot about stuff we make, how to come further in our work and of course we talk a lot about life too.
Literature can give a lot of hope. Depending on what mood I’m in a book can save my day. To read are a great way to charge the battery and regain new power.
But most important for me is that I have a positive way of looking at life. I don’t know how I became this happy girl. Life gave it to me. But of course my really good childhood and that my parents gave me the solid ground I stand on when I grow up has a great meaning to. So even if everyone needs hope I think I always have it in me, it has never abandon me! I can’t imagine how it is not to be able to see the good in life.
And today, when I walked outside with my niece when she was sleeping I felt a lot off hope, walking in the sunshine, feeling the wind against my cheek. Thinking about that she has the whole life in front of her, so cool. And I have the pleasure to watch her and my nephew grove up!