Sometimes I wonder what Hope feeds on? How does it survive even where its chances are minimal or none at all?
Is it the positive outlook of ones nature or does it feed off desperation and that need to hold on to something that will keep you going? Is it the truth that fuels it or lies which is easier and more bearable ?
How does it hold on and find root, does it camouflage the realities and sugarcoats the pain or pushes you to believe in alternate realities that are nothing but mind play?
Why can't we ever give up on Hope? How does it manage to control us so much? That even the harshest realities appear with a silver lining and wrapped in rainbow coloured ribbons?
Why despite all odds we still prefer to Hope, when we can accept the reality, change our course and move on?
Which facts does Hope base its conclusions on, the past or the present? The good times that were? But if you have to Hope, for similar or better, then probably they don't exist anymore, then why hold on and push away the inevitable? So what does Hope really base its Hope on, the person I was or the person I am yet to become, the dreams I had or the ones I am yet to see, the desires that were fulfilled or the ones that stand in silence waiting for their turn?? I often wonder, how Hope always manages to find its way home!
