What's up with hope?
What makes us cling to it so tightly, so fiercely, so blindly, so illogically? What moves us to wait for things that never will come and words that never gonna be said and people that never will never going to show up? Hope is blind... it makes us believe things that doesn't exist, it move us to do incredible things, it make us change our entire lives based on an "if". It is not certain, its just a dream, an illusion, a desire, a need and yet it move us, it fill our lives, it complete us.
It is unnecessary and at the same time essential to live.
Is like a never ending fuel that force us to move, breath, live.... to say things we shouldn't, to do things that are probably not a good idea. Hope is the mother of faith cause faith can't exist without hope and yet you don't need faith to have hope.
Is like a huge paradox that consume us, like a drug, like a gravity force. It can bring many sadness and also lots of joy. What's the deal with that thing? How do we unplug it? How can we stop hoping? How can we survive without it? Is there any way to do such thing? Do we really wanna live without it? Do we dare to see if hope is really necessary to keep living?
