Yes.

Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune
Without the words
And never stops at all

And sweetest in the gale Is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me ~


And to me it means it cost us nothing by at all to hope and hope itself can make a bad time better and a good time great. It’s all about perspective~ how we frame everything we face can determine the benefit is or pitfalls of the outcomes.

With hope there is everything to gain and nothing to lose

The Boxer

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
Teddy Roosevelt