Seen darkness, I have, yes—deep and vast. But hope, always a spark remains. Hold to life’s smallest lights, I do. A youngling’s laugh, a bond unbroken, acts of kindness unexpected—anchors they are. The Force itself, endless and ever flowing, reminds me: no shadow without light, no despair without the chance for renewal. Hope, a choice it is, not a feeling. Choose it I do, each day.