I love the night, I love the darkness, without it, I would never have been able to see the stars twinkling. When every positivity ceases to exist, when even the last drop of happiness is squeezed out of our heart, it is hope we are clung to. It is that part of our heart where the halo of darkness fails to reach. Yes, I believe darkness has a halo of its own and that is equally stronger to its luminous counterpart.
When we think we have lost everything, we find hope sitting shyly in the deepest core of the mind. And hope, what is that? A bright prospect of pure goodness just around the corner. It’s impalpable, most of the times. But it is there, we know, the aura inspiring us to proceed towards it. It is the driving force of life that keeps us going. It is the collective hidden strength of an individual, the power to sacrifice, and, the force with which she (or he) push herself forward for the betterment.
Hope never leaves us. If hope really abandons us, we will be hollow and lifeless like a dry, yellow twig detached from the mother tree. NEVER give up hope; it may come as a flicker of light, but hold tight the light shining from it before it goes away. The flame of hope is always there, all we need is to rekindle it with our faith. If fulfilling the dreams is the consecration of life, keeping faith in hope is of utmost importance. Never let hope leave you. never let you mind irreparably broken, never let ennui reign your heart.