The Ultimate Cure

The Ultimate Cure

Today, in voice class, I sang off key. It was humiliating. I wanted to run away and hide, but I didn’t. I stood there and faced my embarrassment straight on knowing that everything was going to be okay because I had hope. I believe that hope is the cure for everything.

This year I decided to take a voice class. I’ve loved music my entire life and thought it would be fun. As it turns out, perhaps fun isn’t the right word. The right word falls somewhere between terrifying and humiliating. While I love to sing, I’m surrounded by people who sound better than I do, or at least it seems that way. But, I’m not giving up on this class. I love to sing, and I hope that I can get better.

Hope has allowed me to live my life to the fullest. If not for hope, I would be observing, never doing. I would spend my life watching everyone around me doing things that I wished I could do. Hope gives me courage to participate in the world.

When faced with a problem, I was always taught to look at the situation and hope for the best. However, I believe that hope itself is not always enough. You can’t sit there hoping, that things will come your way. Solutions require hope and effort. Hope just makes the effort bearable. Hope helps me to not remain imprisoned by my fears.

On Friday, I had to take a sight reading test in front of everyone. I hate sight-reading. For me, there is no joy in this type of singing. Once again, I failed miserably. But, I am not quitting. I’ll do the work and hope for the best. The way I look at it I can only get better at sight reading, not worse.

If hope had a flavor it would be chocolate. It’s rich, it’s creamy, and it makes everything that much sweeter. Hope gives me the courage to take that next step forward and is always there to catch me when I fall. Hope keeps me company in even the darkest of rooms and helps get me through bad days. Without hope, I would have nothing, I would have no dreams. Hope gives me a voice