Hope

So it is hope that one clings to then. The pinpoint lights in the vast blackness. That surrounds. Hope that says, hang in there, help is on the way. even if you never reach the pinpoint lights you see it, and its a motive force that propels you and drives you on. Hope, an emotion that originated from the percolation of chemicals in the brain driving towards an inevitable decision. Hope that overcomes insurmountable odds. Even in the dark. Hoping beyond hope and hope eventually delivered. And hope might not even be the wish to be back to an original desired state. Sometimes it is hope that a state of resolution is reached, that things may finally settle down and till one is content. It is hope then that allows one to live on even when he is already a dead man walking, hope that hope might just live. For others. For others. I still cannot understand properly how one can be so selfless that the self is neglected. So many cases i have seen but still do not comprehend fully. Hope that overcomes self preservation, and in sacrifice that hope may flourish and survive. And maybe it is just that: hope. That hope might survive, even if self does not. And maybe sometimes that is enough.