Hope
Oh, how we humans love and cling to hope! Hope is perhaps the sole reason for humanity’s continuous survival. It is this innate inclination toward hope—toward the belief that we can actualize our dreams and exceed even our fullest potential.
Hope
Oh, this relentless pursuit of hope! My own pursuit feels like it wanders eternally through the dark, like a scream echoing into the empty vastness of an abyss. This hope, this scream, has been swallowed by the darkness of the night.
Hope
Oh, how we love and cling to hope! Hope unfolds and manifests itself in countless ways. It is subjective to the individual human experience, revealing itself uniquely to each of us. Hope is perseverance, and hope is patient in its destined arrival. Hope is yearning and loving. Hope is dreaming and falling. Hope is death, and hope is decay. Hope is hate, and hope is destruction. Hope is abandonment, and hope is eviction. Hope is goodness, and hope is evil. Hope is patience, and hope is steadfastness. Hope is impatient, and hope is revealing. Hope is surrender, and hope is resignation. Hope is temporary.
But most of all, Hope is permanence.
