I've realized what a beautiful thing hope is, so unassuming, and seemingly weak. To hope for something, has always been portrayed to me in a negative way, like it's only something you do as a child until you realize the error of your ways. But no, hope is reckless and dangerous. It's like the wind, comforting and gentle, but it can also cause hurricanes, tornadoes and tidal waves.
Thinking over the things in my heart, most of them require obscene amounts of hope. But here's the thing, hope doesn't often act alone, it usually needs determination and sacrifice. Determination, because hoping for things isn't easy, many times it will be much less painful to just stop; and sacrifice because by holding out for the things you hope for, many other things need to die. I speak only the truth.
I have a lot more to say, but the words haven't found me yet. All I can say for now is, "Don't stop believing... hold on to that feeling."
