Our state of mind is determined by our circumstances. Feeling happy or sad is based on our circumstances. Even if our future looks bleak, we have to remain hopeful.  

As parents we are the world and hope for our children. If they see us in a state of despair, our children will have to lead a life in obscurity and reviving back their confidence will become a Herculean task.

Sometimes destiny may push us to the brink that we may be at the verge of throwing in the towel. This is when we have to restore our fortitude. Hope is an unconditional belief that helps us to move on with optimism.

Most often our frustrations leave a silence in our souls. It is the hope that uplifts us into the dream world of future.  Read on to know how…

Leaving behind the crippled peasant husband in campestral China, the doting mother brought her seven year old into Singapore, to give the niftiest education possible.

She toiled in a sweat shop to make ends meet. Using scrap materials she kept her nose to the grindstone and made rag dolls during her remaining waking hours and sold them door to door. While most rebuffed, some others were genuinely generous enough to buy the rag dolls. With the meagre amount she had to support herself, the little girl and her crippled husband.

It was their sixth year of scrimp existence in Singapore. The little girl had grown up and looked like a stunning China doll. The mother and daughter grew close over the years and the perpetual motivation from the mother kept the little girl going. Never did she quetch about the impoverished conditions of life. Although she excelled in school, she was aloof and her mother was her world.

With just a week to go for the board exams, the mother fell ill. She was down with dengue fever. Dreading the medical costs, the unenlightened mother stay put at home and drank some concoctions with the hope to meliorate. Lack of medical attention and help exacerbated her condition. The little girl reckoned that her mother will bounce back, but on a Friday night, her mother dropped dead, right on her lap….

The little girl was bewildered… She lay close to her mother’s cadaver and wept two whole days and nights. Monday morning she ran up to school to inform her class teacher about it. She could not contact her father as her mother always dialled up to her father from a public telephone.

The school staff put in effort to inform the dad. The dad was flabbergasted. The tormented peasant, flew down to Singapore and hugged his little china doll, whom he had not seen for years. Now, he was her only hope. Although he was crippled, he ensured that his china doll was taken care of…. She was the topper in school that year, in the board exams….

It is the hope that keeps us ticking. It is the hope that we are going to exist, that makes us draw up plans for tomorrow, knowing fully well that we are all vulnerable.

Here is an analogy: Hope is like the stimulant (caffeine) that is there in coffee or tea. Keep sipping it, little by little, to stimulate yourself and buy your loved ones a cup too (free of cost). Be wary not to take too much, as too much ‘caffeine’ is not good for health. Counter balance your presumptions and mitigate your sadness by hoping for the best to happen for you and your future generation.