Expectations

Your expectation of what lies in front of you is low.

Nonexistent, even.

You fear hoping because you expect hardship. 

Hurt. 

Disappointment. 

A reality you "should" have seen but didn't.

But what if there is a positive reality that truly does exist?

What if you've settled for a painful counterfeit simply because you're afraid the good stuff is a lie?

Hope is very heavy, I know. 

It can crush you.

But what if - just what if - that crushing weight isn't hope at all?

What if hope is different?