“Hope” is too overrated… It exists and glorifies itself, if you have notes to rant on. But one thing it does in real- it’s that dot that drags you from your coffin every wrong time to make sure you breathe in pain again. You gain strength and try, to get better coz no one wants to live just ‘ordinary’ and I still don’t get it!… Like why?
So you suffer… and you keep suffering years after years, but just to break you even more, hope adds on dozens of possibilities through “people”, that ultimately does nothing good other than helping you to dig your grave even closer.
Sometimes to feel even more amused, that how can a person be so fragile and tangled up into everything worst so like family, relationship, love, hatred, mental devastation, school, college, work, money, debt, not enough money, betrayal, kindness and the end… It squeezes you, so you beg for your life and the reasons to die! That goes on, and only if a little sympathy comes out just when “hope” realises that it needs to boost up it’s lifeline, there goes your turn to the central stage, being a “motivational speaker” ( Slave of Hope).
"All can heal in hope"… Sometimes it does, but we all should hope. I mean that's the only way to survive your pain and the only way to console yourself irrespective of the circumstances.
That void, that anger, that anxiousness, that overwhelming feeling always stopping you to not to cry yet tearing you apart… may not heal but if you hope somehow, and cherish the things left to appreciate and accept the fact that you should, 'cause it deserves you, that day possibilities will miraculously change what seemed to be the end, and will bring light to help your hidden happiness to blossom, that have always been masked by those darkest skies.
You will lose a lot of things ahead of your journey, but eventually you will move on. Maybe the strings will get attached after that and might hurt you like anything, suddenly in your regular days but trust me you will be stronger than ever. The memories won't fade, they never do, whether the bad or the good ones. But if you hope accepting the responsibilities you owe to yourself and your loved ones, it helps you to grow and survive your part like never before.
Hold hands, hug your memories like they belong to you, as they are, and try to walk hoping that one day you will reach a place of comfort and peace where you can cry in happiness, looking back at your struggles and smile that you hoped.
Thank you!
I wish you all a good life ahead and the strength to hold on.
