You know when your life begins to suck?
There’s an old story, which dates back to the beginning of creation, and that will be told to generations ages and ages hence. It talks about something we all love, we all cling to, something that it born with us, that dwells within us and even haunts us. Through out history, many attempts to abolish it went in vain. No matter how people tried to tear it out, it always crawled its way back. That’s right, it has become an inseparable part of every human being, and for many centuries, H has always been for Hope.
You don’t kill hope, not because you don’t want to, but simply because you can’t. You are too powerless to strangle it. All you can do is losing faith in yourself, in the people around you, or in the Creator. That when your life seems like a living hell, and death becomes a distant dream… but somewhere deep inside, there will always be something, crying out vividly wanting to get out of that dark hole you dug with desperation to convince yourself there was no way out.
There’s no escaping hope. A bittersweet fact you need to learn to live with. It pushes too hard, against your better judgment and against all your fears. It what pushes you not to settle for things, but rather to look forward to the best you can get. It’s what tells you you are someone, it’s your sense of self-worth, your passion and momentum, your way out. Your only way out.
Originally Posted on Saturday, July 21, 2007 on http://oeliwat.jeeran.com/archive/2007/7/272901.html on