Full of Hope

A signal of Red Rain, an early summer with continuous moisture.
11:11pm, 0:00, 01:11am. I saw all the “coincidence” number of time on my laptop, microwave oven, everywhere, with casual scans. Reading the materials on the screen, I felt so comfortable and relaxed. The rhythm of rain knocking on my windows, with the music of “New York State of Mind”, seemingly dropped on my heart.

I cured my “Rainy Day Gloom Syndrome” without notice. Those days were gone. Those days when I felt sad and anxious by no reason in my room with rainfall outside, in some moment that I didn’t have time to take care of, became a history all of a sudden. Now even I wanna recall them right now, don’t know where they came, and where they gone.

A full email box after yesterday’s training, loads of deadlines, and the boss added more assignments before his Monday leave on Friday night with all deadlines Tuesday, and a fully scheduled Monday of meeting, panel interview and annual review rushing along MTR. I should have screamed in the washroom as usual, but I didn’t. I worked while humming songs with incredible speed and which made me extra work.

And I cured my “depression and anxiety syndrome” as well. It seems like my so-called “Pressure is drive” became “non-pressure drive”.

I said Hi to Joey on QQ at midnight; I said I am busy but no pressure.
“Yeah, I know. Full of hope.” She said.
Full of hope. That’s it, bingo.

Hope sounds quite abstract, but feels full. We all live with hope and pursuit, just when the society becomes more and more material and people becomes more and more shortsighted, we forget the existence of hope and gradually lose the power of having hope. Covered by the dust of secularism, the surface of hope is full of rust, and hope itself turns into disappointment, even hopelessness.

However, there is some “coincidence”, when time digs out a thread of light, where you see the dust flying; you would like to believe the power of try and giving, you are possible to make yourself full of hope simply because of one word, one smile, or one handshake.

2:22 Am. I saw another repeated number of times. Steph told me that some said it means someone is missing you. Ok, no matter who is it, then I should believe I have the value of being missed.

So I can be full of hope.

3:33 Am. sitting in my balcony with brainstorming, with sound of rain filled my ears. Rain splashed on my laptop screen, reflects 7 kinds of colors with my snowy .doc background.

Even in rainy days, even in the dark before sunrise, the rainbow showed in a tiny rain drop, I see the trace full of sunshine.

Gold will shine, bird will fly, eventually.