Remember Pogo Sticks?

My siblings and I had one, and I can remember having contests to see who could hop the longest. I loved hopping around on it trying to move forward, and not just stay in one place, hoping I could achieve a higher number from my last attempt, trying to not fall over, again, which usually involved a scraped shin from the foot pedal. Of late, I feel that my life has been like that, hopping in one place, trying to move forward, but mostly falling down, resulting in lots of bumps and bruises.

I found this definition of hope, and liked what it said, do note the bold print.

Hope-
O.E. hopian "wish, expect, look forward (to something)," of unknown origin, a general Low Ger. word (cf. O.Fris. hopia, M.L.G., M.Du. hopen; M.H.G. hoffen "to hope" was borrowed from Low Ger. Some suggest a connection with hop (v.) on the notion of "leaping in expectation." Related: Hoped; hoping.

There is a song I like that speaks of hope. 'Hope has a way of turning it face to you just when you least expect it. You walk in a room and look out the window and something there leaves you breathless. You say to yourself, its been awhile since I felt this. And it feels like it might be hope.'

"Leaping in expectation", I like that. A hope that leaves me breathless. It's not the clingy, desperate, grasping kind of hope, but one of joy and anticipation. I want the latter. I want to leap with expectation! Maybe I should go buy a pogo stick, it might help.