HOPE
I get it, it’s tough.
I understand — almost everything at some point sucks. I feel the weight of how bleak life is, accompanied with ugliness and heartbreak.
I know the good moments are fleeting, like fireflies winking deep in a darkened forest. And the most painful truth of them all? We’re going to lose the people we love. They’ll vanish, slipping through the cracks of existence, leaving us stranded with unbearable pain that never quite dulls.
The cruel irony? Our only escape is to leave first, shattering their hearts instead. It’s a grim equation, isn’t it? A matter of timing — who suffers first, who suffers most, who suffers the longest.
And yet, somehow, amidst all this, there’s a glimmer of hope. Call it naïve, call it foolish, but it’s all I have. It’s all we have.
We hope, even when the storm rages and the winds howl, that somewhere beyond the chaos, a tranquil sunrise awaits. Neither you nor I can pinpoint where it might come from, but this fragile hope is what keeps us from not only losing our minds but also finding the whole idea of life completely futile.
We hope for love that makes the pain worth bearing. Love that cradles the broken parts of us. We hope for moments that keep the time still, those moments we find ourselves totally engulfed into that nothing else matters. Those that come with laughter, the shared silences and warmth; the type that shines brighter than any of our troubles and worries.
The truth is, the only way to truly live is to embrace the absurdity of it all. To be brave enough, or maybe foolish enough, to take the leap. To be bold and delusional enough to believe that happiness and whatever heaven on earth looks for you is possible; to embrace HOPE.
We hope because to do otherwise is to let the darkness win. We hope because life becomes bearable, it’s only hope that brings with it some sense of light. And maybe, just maybe, that light will guide us to something beautiful.
So here’s to hoping.
To stumbling, falling, and rising again. To holding on, even when it seems equally meaningless and hopeless.
In the end, hope isn’t just all we have — it’s what keeps us sane..
