“Hope springs eternal in the human breast,” wrote Alexander Pope in 1732 and we’ve been quoting him ever since. When Spring comes around and the days get longer, brighter, and warmer, I always find myself thinking of the short version: “Hope springs eternal.” We all seem to get more optimistic and feel brighter and cheerier. Fortified by the sunshine. Emboldened by not having to swaddle ourselves in layer upon layer of cloth to keep warm.
“Hope springs eternal.” Hope is what comes after we fall down, get back up, dust ourselves off. Hope is what goads us into taking another run at it — whatever ‘it’ is at the time.
Spring seems like the perfect time of year to ‘take another run at it’. It feels like the prime time for fresh starts or fresh perspectives on old items.
March came in like a lamb and it’s now left — like a lion, just as the saying goes from my childhood. Spring has sprung and so has optimism. Here’s to bright and cheery days ahead.
