Dear friend,
Get your hopes up.
Who cares if they fall from great heights?
Let your creative body break and put itself back together again and again, each time renewed.
Let your ego fly high above the pits of despair, loose from the shackles of societal standards and norms set out to pull you down.
Let yourself feel the lightness of dreaming.
Stand at the peak of mount hope and worship the sun on your face.
Cry for the parts of you that lost faith.
Laugh with the parts of you that got here out of spite.
Frolic in the fields of possibility.
Make love to the parts of you that were hidden for far too long.
Get your hopes up.
Way up.
Higher still.
Because we need your hope.
You need your hope.
I need your hope.
The world is a better place for it.
With abundant possibilities and loving hope,
Lauren