December 11, 2018

Hope is the most corrupt and yet the most exquisite concept that exists on this plane.

The Hope that a scorned love will heal, the Hope that a lover who fell out of love will return.

The Hope that a missing person will be found after 48 hours, show up on your doorstep safe and sound.

The Hope that a terminally-ill loved one will survive.

The Hope that assets lost will rise in value again.

The Hope that a lost or stolen item of personal value will be found.

We pray, yearn and claw for the impossible and deny with absolute certainty the inevitable.

This is truly in its essence, what it means to be human. We hope and dream dumb and blind even when all the odds are pitted against us. 

Think about it for a second, and tell me that isn’t the most poetic thing ever.