There is a light that never goes out.

That light is hope. Hope is your best friend and your worst enemy. Hope is the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other. Hope inspires and depresses. Hope helps you to see what you could one day have and of what you do not have today. Hope is bipolar. In this blog I'll call the good version of hope Laid and the bad version Finished. So, how to get Laid and not get Finished?

Hope is holding me in limbo. I cannot accept my situation because that undying light still shines. Currently I feel Finished and so hope frustrates me. I see what I could have if my health was better and I compare it to what I do have. I feel like hope is mocking me. But I know hope is helping me. The hope that things will improve its all that keeps me going. 

Hope is not charitable though. Hope does not offer itself and immediately solve problems. For hope to motivate us we need faith that it can be realised. Faith in God, in luck, in something. Faith is believing, not knowing. My faith is in medicine primarily but also in God. Despite not being religious I do believe in a higher power and occasionally I do pray. I don't believe this God can influence our world but I like to think that they are listening. It is only in times of struggle that our faith is questioned but until there is a better offer keeping our faith and thus keeping our hopes feels like the best way forward in life.

In 2016 my life will change dramatically, either for better or for worse. Whilst writing this blog I have got Laid and so I have faith that it will be the former. Hope is the light but we decide how brightly it shines.

(Not exactly a laugh a minute blog but it's January and it's raining and I told you I don't like the winter or the rain. If you are just looking for a laugh come back to me in the summer and I'll tell you the one about the pirate who went to the doctors.)

(And for my Australian readers (James) where it'll be summer and no doubt sunny now, 'A pirate went to his doctor worried about the moles on his back. The doctor asked the pirate to remove his shirt. After having inspected the Pirate's back the doctor said, "Don't worry, they're benign."

The pirate replied, (In pirate accent.) "Count 'em again doc, I reckon there be 10!"')