Hope?
I have always been a person who, no matter what, never lost my hope, faith, or belief in the world. I always believed that humans are inherently good ; that they will always somehow choose the right thing to do. It may take a long time, but they will see their own greed and fallacies that are pushing us into darker and darker times. Every time someone would question my faith or challenge my hope, I would still hold onto the belief that no, humanity hasn't died yet, that people can see beyond their divisions and beyond the categories they've put themselves in. Yet each time, I would be proven wrong. The people who doubted would say, "I told you so". Even then, even in those darkest moments, I would believe. But lately that faith has shaken up. Each time an individual destroys another human for something so abstract, something inside of me dies. The love and faith inside of me feel as if they're being buried under a mountain of hopelessness. I try to find ways to...