Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune – without the words,
And never stops at all.
But what happens when hope stops humming? When its feathers turn into lead, and drag it below into the abyss? That’s why, logically speaking, to save ourselves from disappointment and despair, we should stay on a low perch. Don’t set expectations too high. It will only make the fall harder.
Despite all that, there’s something that can’t be seen at the bottom of the tree called life. It’s the breathtaking view from above. If we don’t climb up, what’s to say that it was or wasn’t worth it?