Hope is a small light that refuses to go out.

Some seasons are so heavy that hope feels foolish. Everything around you says it's over.

And yet, somewhere inside, a small light keeps burning. It doesn't argue. It doesn't shout. It just refuses to go out.

Protect that light. Stay near people who help it glow. Feed it with small things: a prayer, a walk, a kind word, a good memory.

Storms pass. The candle is still there in the morning.