Hope, Yours and Mine
4/09/2020
Everywhere, there is darkness. No one says anything about light, because they cannot see it. The darkness is a film over our eyes, blocking out everything beside it. We blink, seeing the grid pattern of the film, but we cannot see through it. Why? Maybe because it's thrown in our faces. One after another, never letting up. We learn to deal with the darkness, simply because we can no longer remember the feeling of the light that exists beyond. The light that used to shine in our faces is nothing but a distant feeling.
That's the funny thing about humans, though. Hope can never truly be buried. It can only be hidden. Even among the darkest places we've ever seen, where the smoke blocks out the sun, there is persistence.
Perhaps we just merely need to learn how to rediscover it. Hope is the one treasure hidden among a thousand rocks in a pile of sand. Hopelessness will strike; I know that feeling well.
Everywhere, there is darkness. No one says anything about light, because they cannot see it. The darkness is a film over our eyes, blocking out everything beside it. We blink, seeing the grid pattern of the film, but we cannot see through it. Why? Maybe because it's thrown in our faces. One after another, never letting up. We learn to deal with the darkness, simply because we can no longer remember the feeling of the light that exists beyond. The light that used to shine in our faces is nothing but a distant feeling.
That's the funny thing about humans, though. Hope can never truly be buried. It can only be hidden. Even among the darkest places we've ever seen, where the smoke blocks out the sun, there is persistence.
Perhaps we just merely need to learn how to rediscover it. Hope is the one treasure hidden among a thousand rocks in a pile of sand. Hopelessness will strike; I know that feeling well.
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