Hope

I understand that this world we live in can be a cruel, depressing, and unjust place. I’m aware that at this moment, someone is freezing as they are living on the streets with no place to call home. There is someone who is getting bullied for being gay, ‘fat’, or a ‘nerd’ as ignorance gets the better of men. There are people fighting depression beneath a mask of a smile as their screams for help go unheard. So is it wrong that I still have so much hope for this world and the people in it?

To be honest, I can’t blame those who have lost hope in humanity. We live in society where it’s easy to look into a newspaper or turn on a television set and see that murder, rape, and abuse is all too common. And in our lives, we suffer through these tragedies that break us and our faith. Sometimes, we even see these monsters when we look into a mirror, realizing that it has made a home in you. You feel like you’re part of this unfair place where you’re a chained prisoner surrounded by an inescapable darkness.

So why do I still have hope? Maybe it’s because I don’t think so many people would be sadden or bothered by it if they didn’t have this feeling there is better out there. That life is not suppose to be this cruel, and we will never find this better life if we stop trying. And amidst all the darkness that you try to escape from, you realize there are many people with you trying to fight it too. That good people still exist in this world. That you’re not alone.