Hope Is The Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson

We all have those days when we feel sad or down.  It’s not bad to feel that way, it’s just a part of life, a duality so to speak good and bad, day and night, light and dark, etc.  These exist naturally complimenting each other and therefore our emotions will not always be happy. The beautiful thing about having sad days is the memories with which you can cheer yourself up, or the friends you can call or a beautiful poem.  Also, being sad makes the happy times that much happier… 
This Emily Dickinson poem cheered me up today, nothing like a little hope.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
  
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

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