hope-life

Hope like that, as I thought before, doesn__ make you a weak person. It__ hopelessness that makes you weak. Hope makes you stronger, because it brings with it a sense of reason. Not a reason for how or why they were taken from you, but a reason for you to live. Because it__ a maybe. A __aybe someday things won__ always be this shit._ And that __aybe_ immediately makes the shittiness better.

We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to wither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops-- which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depths of desolation, never to despair.