I bring it, I feel it, I hear it and I see it. One of the worst things in the world is to get your hopes up and having them crushed or trampled upon.
Yet every time we do it again, and again, and again. Why? Because we need something to hold on to, to think that there's something to live for. What is life worth if there is no hope? Not much I'd say...
Sometimes I think I try too hard, that I want it too much. Or is there no such thing and am I not to blame but the person on the other side?
I think that, in the end, hope is what keeps us going, so to give up hope and to throw it away would be foolish, even more foolish than to have hopes in the first place.
And do we not all hope for the best, even though we can't expect any of it to ever turn real?
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true words mah brotha!
ReplyDeleteIn the end hope is all we have left, and we cling to it like it was life itself, and in one way...yeah I can describe hope as being life.