It is often permeated by memories of happier times and beautiful music wafting in through my ears. It comes in wearing loud shoes, slamming doors and breaking things. But the soft, quiet, stillness of joy often drowns out the sorrow. It leaves streaks of crinkles and smiles across my face, a glow of warmth and contentment. There is no more powerful a force than hope. And today, I choose to be full of that instead of the sadness that, try as it might, attempts to ruin my soul.