Hope in the wrong things.

I've always been a fool for hope. I get sucked into the beautiful idealism of a new idea. My imagination gets going and I dream about the "hows" and "ifs" and "whens" of it all.

It sucks.

There is a deceit in hope. It can be like a grand spun story or a gigantic lie. The devil wears blue jeans, you know?!

BUT...

If you are the rare bird who is able to consistently place hope in the right place, Jesus, you will be spared the picture slipping away, the dream dying or the heartbreak of unfolding idealism.

If you are able to embrace the moment where a flower is at its most-perfect state, enjoy it fully and release it to the cycle it must take then you see the beautiful truth. This moment is temporal and strangely beautiful if we can release it to a greater plan--one that we may not understand.