In a world as beautiful and complicated as this, we are all on our own trajectory, searching for our own truth, and figuring out this thing called life and conquering it to the best of our abilities. When Abraham Maslow wrote his hierarchy of needs, the one thing he left out from his pyramid was critical. He failed to mention that as we climb the hierarchy and fulfill lower-level needs, there always must be hope. Without hope, none of it really matters all that terribly much. The randomness of life is intriguing and one left turn or one right turn or one wrong turn can send your life veering off into places one can only imagine. This path does not exist in a vacuum, and sometimes intersects with people, places, or things, on their own convoluted path or trajectory, and there lies the hope.







