Who can blame me when I sought to dispose of the thorns that kept me from being accepted and loved?
Who can blame me from wearing the mask I wore so I can hide my uniqueness from the world that only knows one face, one virtue, one barren sky?
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"