delayed post, nov 8 @ gateway
On Nov 2, an 11 year old killed herself not because she was poor, but because she lost hope. Hope is what killed her- not hunger, not pain, not her unanswered prayer.
The absence of the very fuel of your blood- hope- that traitorous drug of choice- how we cling on to it. The fuel that drives our dreams may just be the fuel that drives our very lives.
To hope takes more strength than one could ever have in your lifetime. We live day to day in hopes of something better- a better job, better lover, better everything. And yet, it is the circumstance of losing that grip that drives people to a silent desperation.
Listen- in the grand scheme of things, be grateful that you have so much to hope for, because it is all that matters.
*I chanced upon a headline in Business Mirror of the same title. Hmm. Well I wrote it first.
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