Hope is relative, in the sense that it has different connotations to people depending on their circumstances.
Coming from a western country, grown up in a white working-class family, college-educated, my hopes are not about the basic living conditions (like food, or a roof above my head), but more on mental, identity issues. Plus, I am seeing it from the perspective where I am now, at 47 years old, on an intense quest of figuring myself out.
Recent years had me confronted with my childhood trauma, my shortcomings, and some scary things happening. So, my own hopes have been focused on acknowledgement, a decent mental health, be more at peace with who I am, and especially with who I want to become. On a professional level as well.
It is in these domains that I mention the people who gave me hope during my life. Not just the ones present now, but also who were there at different points in my life when I got confronted with changes, choices, and uncertainty.
