Do you think people truly exist?
Even if that sounds narcissistic, It’s not coming from a place of narcissism nor egoism.
It’s coming from a place of doubt, who’s there to tell us these connections are real, to tell us we’re real.
No one has a person like this.
We don’t we never will we never can we can’t.
It’s utterly impossible in every sense of the word.
But that doesn’t mean you give up, even if it feels hopeless even if you’re on your knees begging even if you’re legs don’t work and you have to crawl. You’ll never be truly devout of hope.
Even if we don’t want it it will always be there like a distant cousin.
All that matters is how you use it, some will try to take advantage of hope for their own good.
Some for the good of others, either way you can’t do that you can’t control hope.
Once you feel it don’t grasp let it drift, let yourself drift and see where it takes you.
That’s hard to do but you can hope is a fickle thing so once you find it let it take you, through that window, then that door.
Until eventually you find yourself on a field, free.
Free as you can be at the very least but I digress.
I can be called a hypocrite since I haven’t been following my own advice, but in the end who does.
Every motivational person comes from a background of hate it’s hard to listen yourself in that environment truly it is.
I understand that but I too understand it’s never too late to get back up.
It’s never too late to let hope take you.
It’s never too late to live.
Live not for others but for yourself.
If you can’t do that than live because of that faint feeling.
The feeling of your hem being tugged by something not there live for that.
Because that’s your only way out.
Follow it even if it kills you.
If you’ve had even just one happy moment then your life was worth living.
