It is a gushing rushing surging sort of feeling when you're hopeful against the odds. It does spring eternal and there's an infinite ocean out there to drift on... Got to remember you phone and wish for good reception.
In your head is a map that you seem to be able to remember, but truth is you're just making up the continents you hope to find.
There are real roads we travel, the kind made of bitumen, and walking down those roads is the way to stay afloat the ocean of hope in your heart which, at times, seems to leak out into the real world. Walk in the direction you need to go in and meet what you find when you get there.
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