Hope

 People who are suicidal have no hope.  Suicide seems like the last option, the final solution to a life off the rails.  But for whatever reason, if the same person seeks outside help, such as a spiritual practice, therapy, steps, recovery program, something seemingly outside themselves, they discover hope.  Hope says there is a way out of my misery.  I may be clueless as to how the way works, but I grab desperately for it, and that is hope in action.  Sometimes hope just shows up.  You think you have lost everything and your life is over, not worth going on, and suddenly you have an inspiration that seemed to come out of the blue or from some past trifling experience, and you grasp for it.  If your addiction seems fulfilling, you don’t jump into a recovery program, but if someone along the way drops a hint, by word or action, you might put that into your memory bank.  Later, desperate, you recall that past seemingly trifling encounter.  That recovering person was driven by hope in you.