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A Hope for the Hopeless

Nowadays, it seems that people are really trying hard to find true happiness...happiness that gives fulfillment to one's soul. Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain committed suicide and just recently, Demi Lovato suffered drug overdose.

These people were famous and perhaps they were not that financially unstable compared to the people in slum areas. So, why did they chose to end their life or abuse drugs just to escape from the reality?

We can't judge them for we do not know what really happened but let me share with you my own experience in life. I pray that this blog post can somehow lighten one's burden and find hope to continue his or her life journey.

When I was a kid, I lived in bitterness. Every negative words thrown at me, I kept them in my heart. I harbored anger towards the people who treated me negatively. Fast forward to the time when I was already working, I felt depressed. Back then, I felt a void in my heart. I tried to fill it with material things, relationships, travelling and of course food. But, I felt more depressed as days, weeks, and months went by.

Thank God I have friends who inspired be to go back to where I am supposed to be. I need to have a relationship to my personal Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. That was when I truly find happiness and purpose in life.

When I thought about "hope" I always remembered these verses from a hymn:

"Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace."

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