If happiness is medicine for the soul, and hope is the right hand of happiness, than what would happen if hope should ever die?


If hope should die then my sweet smile would fail, my head would hang, my eyes would lose their lively glisten, and I would no longer be known as Happy, but would be called sorrow, sadness, tears, or heartbreak. And who wants a horrible name like that? What a terrible thing it would be if I should for a moment let hope perish from my heart, therefore I will do all my in power to keep hope alive.