Transcendent Hope - The World is Mine... and Yours! Ours.

When We Have No Peace: There are times and days when we should, given all our circumstances and disposition, have a large slice of peace, but for some unknown and intangible reason we don’t.

Then we think, ‘This is peace, a resigned peace of quiet realist hope.’

“Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy...” –Václav Havel.

Hope is beyond joy by virtue of humility and character, and no less, reality--our present reality. A quiet, abiding sense of hope that’s a little beyond joy, in fact, closer to a resigned peace.

It’s because I acknowledge:

The world is mine... and yours! Ours, in fact.

For this defined time we’re alive, the world is collectively and individually ours.

It is ours to interact with and dispose of, as we choose.

For this defined purpose that is the present and future scope of our lives, the world is ours.

For the relativist freedom we enjoy, and certainly nothing less than the freedom of mind, if so established and then maintained.

Each and every single moment, excepting none, the world is ours.

This is our potential. We hold the key and the lock awaits our opening of it.

As the universe never endingly expands, so it should be for us, growing outwardly... an expansion of our territories in all sorts of realms in unpredictable ways, all blessed of God.

Why do we so lazily and uncreatively limit ourselves? Is it fear of failure (or more certainly, success)?

Life--our experience of it--can get so bright with hope and large with growth we should pray we’ll never tire of it. Things get so big so quickly at times we feel as if we won’t be able to keep up as if sat up on a spinning top: the centrifugal force of which would like to spin us off!

Hang on! This sense of transcendent hope contains us in bliss that is hardly understandable; again, resigned peace... contentment... being.

For far too many think, ‘It’s life, Jim, but not as we know it.’

Let’s get to know it; that sense of abiding hope of resigned peace.

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