armor

back when i couldn't imagine a future for me, i asked this question again and again and railed at the sky because it seemed there was no answer. and perhaps i was a little afraid of the answer, though at the time i couldn't really put that into words.

"is there hope for me?"

i didn't have the courage to hear the answer, because what if the answer had been no?

i chose instead to hope on hope. and i climbed mountains and i endured physical and psychic pain like nothing i had ever known. i know i didn't seem like i had any hope for a while, but i don't think the idea that i would be ok ever really left me. 

show me a poor man with hope and compare him to a rich man without it. which would you rather be? and what greatness does any man have who does give others that sense that somehow things will be alright? what greatness compares to one who gives others hope? the poor man, though what little he has is taken away, hope will let him still smile at the world. the rich man, though he gain the whole world, despair will never let him rest.

alls i'm saying is keep your things. give me hope. 

 

 

ghost