The Non-Perishable Bag of Hope

Though my faith has yet to grow weary, the bag of hope I’ve been holding on to has become heavy and I am tired. Sweat drips from my brow and is fused with my tears. All the while, I am still here dragging it along. 

The hope that is held within the bag has begun to shift and change form since I first filled it.  Like that soft bag of brown sugar that’s been forgotten in the back of the pantry.  The one that’s now been transformed into a brick so solid that it could be used to pave a driveway or break a window.

I’ve held on to this bag of hope for so long, that I’ve forgotten all that I put into it. Or even why I was hoping for it in the first place.  Like the tattoo so many people chose to get on their 18th birthday.  You know the one they had to have because, surely they would always want that barbed wire armband or that butterfly flying out of the crack of their ass. It surely seemed like a good idea at the time.

I think it’s time that I should sort through my bag of hope and take stock of all that I’ve put inside. Perhaps my bag of hope would become lighter if I chose to discard all of the expired and spoiled content I've been carrying inside.

Maybe some of the very things we’ve hoped for in the past were meant to expire all along.  Could it be that the sole purpose of dragging this heavy bag of hope around for all of these years was merely a preparation of some kind?  All in effort to increase my strength and stamina to provide me with the endurance that I’d need for the long road ahead?

I’m not sure of much anymore.  However; what I do know is that after I purge all the hope I no longer need.  All the hope that no longer serves my highest good, and all the hope that has lost its flavor and become molded from within this heavy bag.  Whatever past hope still remains and whatever new hope is placed inside…

It will most definitely be NON-PERISHABLE.