There is no hope for this New Year. A year is just a unit of time, measured arbitrarily, by the orbit of a lonesome planet around a single star. There is no hope for this next month, January, a month named after the Roman God, Janus, a deity in charge of nothing more substantial than Doorways and Thresholds. There is even less hope for this week, Seven Days Named after Seven Astral Objects, Planets or Moons or Entities seen in the Sky. And I would be doubtful that there is even hope for this day, short as it is, numbered with Four-and-Twenty wicked hours, each left with less hope than the last. There is no hope for a New Year, Month, Week, or Day. These are false measurements of time. But there is Hope, and it is all around you right now in this very instance. Hope does not follow a calendar. Hope follows You. Anytime you do the right thing, Hope is with you. Hope doesn't exist in the Future, or the Past. Hope is inside you right now.