Hope

It’s that feeling, when your heart sinks and you feel it may just consume itself. It is a terrible feeling, and when you realize there isn’t much you can do it, this feeling escalates until a string is pulled and the tears start to flow.

Being positive in such a state of mind isn’t the first thing to think of, and in this sea of emotions, all you think of, is the reason for this sadness, and why you couldn’t do anything about it.

Rewinding and playing the past like a tape full of memories, with no control over when or where to stop, until living in the past starts to badly damage the present. This endless cycle isn’t worth the pain, so I’ve heard.

But in that moment, reliving the memories that bring a smile to your face are greater than the striking pain they bring to the heart.

It is the floating ray of hope, which your soul seeks far and beyond, only to realize that it is temporary, like a beautiful mirage. You see it, reach out to grasp it, and just when your feeble emotions are about to touch the hope (which will seemingly illuminate the present), swallows itself and your emotions into a downward spiral of darkness.

Disappears to leave the soul and emotions falling into the trap of the beautiful human mind – making you believe that it would be impossible to leave this abyss without relying on the memories of the past.

Illuminating the dark present with these memories is like a weak, flickering candlelight in vast, grim space, but it provides hope.

Hope is like the guiding light, which illuminates the pathway to belief, in yourself and in the power of time.