Ah! The ever present hope. Bull shit.
I stand before you here in this sheet of paper to make a point clear. That hope, this thing you all cling on to at difficult times, it just ain’t what you think it is. So let me begin. Sorry for the madness and angst and occasional outbursts I may have. They are there to prove a point.
So what is hope?
Hope is what a poor electron has you know. She keeps on revolving around her darling, the proton abut never can she go nearer to him. They are made for each other and yet they are separated by the creator himself. She tries to fall towards him only to find herself going in circles around him. And she does have hope. A futile hope.
Hope is present there in love. Unrequited love you can say. Oh how one longs for that love to be reciprocated. Sad really. This is a wide topic to actually explain but I guess that is not needed considering we might all have had an experience of this. If not then I can say you are lucky as well as unlucky. Both being contradictory to one another.
Hope is when you are longing for something. Something in return. Can be anything. Actually you are expecting something from someone and that’s a different face of hope only. Expectations can be really painful, when they are not met.
Hope is dangerous. It is futile.
Hope is that one distinct like you wanna see in that picture you posted in Facebook. That’s right that one like, nothing tangible, just virtual acknowledgement. To satisfy your inner craving of recognition. To feel loved by that special someone. To know that you exist in her virtual space.
Hope is madness. Its insanity boiled into an emotion.
Hope is contagious. It reeks of madness that you can’t see and yet you cling to it like a newborn to his mother.
HOPE IS SADNESS.
IT IS THE DEVILS DOORWAY TO YOUR FICKLE MIND.
HOPE GETS ON YOU. IT EATS YOU. YOU ARE ITS PREY YOU PETTY HUMAN. IT DIDN’T ESCAPE FROM THE PANDORA’S BOX. IT WAS BROKEN FREE. BY THE DEVIL HIMSELF.
HOW MANY TIMES WILL YOU HOPE FOR THE BEST? WHAT IS THE BEST? AREN’T YOU THE BEST? ISN’T EVERYTHING YOU HAVE THE BEST OF WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE?
WHEN WILL YOU BE FREE OF ITS SHACKLES? WHEN? JUST WHEN?
AND YOU WANT TO HOPE AND GO TO BED RIGHT. HOPE OF A BETTER TOMORROW. HOPE OF ALL THE THINGS THAT YOU WANT RIGHT. HOPE OF THAT LOVE. HOPE OF THAT RECOGNITION AND FAME.
YOU KILL YOUR DREAMS WITH HOPE. YOU POISON THEM WITH ABHORRENT IMAGES. IMAGES THAT CAN MANIFEST INTO YOUR DAILY LIFE AND SUCK THE LIFE OUT OF EVERYTHING THAT HAS MEANT TO YOU.
HOPE, YOU SON OF A DEVIL.
YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE LONG.
Humans will know of your true identity. This I know for sure. And I will stay around for that day to dawn. But I can’t hope for it can’t I?