The nature of Hope
Hope was a dangerous thing. Hope was a beautiful thing. You can always take one thing and look at it however you want to. Either you let it disappoint you, or you let it inspire you. Either you look for proofs to why it didn’t work, or you look for proofs to why it worked. It was ironic, that once a man gets burnt, he becomes extremely cautious and then dismisses the fire, in turn dismissing all the good things that come with it. Yuvi didn’t want to believe, he was afraid that if he believed, it would make him hope, and then it would all come crashing down. The constant trials of life made you like that. And he was afraid that the positive light inside him would die after that. If he truly hoped, and it didn’t come true, he would never hope again. And he was afraid of that, he was afraid that he would never dare to dream, and he would be like the countless people of the world, who looked ahead and saw nothing but darkness. He wanted to look ahead and see light, all the time...