And just when you thought there was a silver lining, darkness falls. Sort of.
Maybe Nietzsche was right and the worst kind of torture is hope because it prologues the torment. But most likely not. If I had no hope, then I’d have no dream. Dreams need you to hope to achieve them to even begin to exist and grow within you, and so without hope you have no dreams, no aspirations, no real pulse of life. I cling to my hope, but in a more pragmatic way: I hope I won’t have to wait 10 years to get there. I might not muster enough passion to struggle for a way there for that long…who knows, really? I feel now, when things aren’t looking bleak but not extremely promising either, I feel now that I will fight to get there, to become what I feel in my heart I am. To take up that space designed for me, or for which I was designed, so everyone else in the world will be able to occupy the spaces meant for them.