Hope is that lovely dark stallion horse running free in a green valley untouched by human folk. Hope is the harmony in a sweet jazz tune, and rich bellows in a blues song, sung by Billie Holiday.
Yet, hope can be a bitch, but hopelessness is worse. It shades your spirit, and dims your light; it shadows your dreams and makes them still life. Every other hopeless thought can be is life worth living? Is it prudent to jump from shadow to shadow, darkness to darkness, never knowing light? Hope can be a bitch and make your heart cry and your spirit sore, and maybe you want to run to the mountains and live alone in a cave. But hopelessness makes Hades seem like paradise and paradise like hell. Hopelessness is like having a boulder of fire in your gut, you cannot pass. Hope can be a bitch and yet the baby sparrows smile at the first summer rains. We are born with hope, and hopelessness only comes with time.
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