I think that very often hope is overlooked. Maybe it's because it comes in unexpected ways, from unexpected places, in unexpected forms. Sometimes it might look odd or have a few sharp edges or feel a little rough around the corners. Sometimes it may not even resemble anything we can comprehend at all and yet, it's there just the same. Just waiting for us to see it for what it truly is, touch it, and give it life. Hope is funny that way, it's always there but cannot manifest without us to believe in it. Just like magic.