Hope is one of the most beautiful things in the universe. But not the kind of soppy, cheap, conventional hope that we are routinely conditioned into. But one that is raw, palpable, and often just on the periphery of our seeming demise. Hope that pumps us up with adrenaline, injects belief and passion back into our lives, makes us swim strong against the current– even with our last breath. Hope that doesn’t allow us to sleep because it knows we can dream bigger, work harder, do better. Hope that nurtures, loves and takes care of us when we are at the end of our rope. Hope that reminds us that deep down we are visionaries, full of creative power and imagination beyond our wildest dreams.