I hope my youth is stored away in a bottle somewhere corked and waiting for me to release it. I hope my mistakes are sealed and locked in a distant abyss to be forgotten. I hope that all I have lost will be found along the roads I have yet to travel. And I hope that which has been broken is in the hands of the Divine. And though mine and all of our hopes at times may seem unlikely to materialize, they are still the opposite of acceptance they won’t. And for that alone is why hope exists.