Hope springs eternal. It is really annoying. Even when things are at their worst, there is always that little voice saying it could get better.
I live my life dealing with life. It is easier when you have accepted it will not improve. Hope is a nuisance that gets in the way, compounding the problem with its dreams of tomorrow.
During my short time here, I have seen the world deteriorate rapidly. What once was merry has turned into misery. Yet, hope keeps popping in like an unwanted guest.
I would love to see the world improve, but that is a fantasy. I write such things, but try not to live them. Yet that pesky little hope persists, like a ringing in the ear.
Most people do not care, but there are those that do. And now, I realize where hope comes from: this small group of troublemakers who will not just let it die. If they would just let things be, the curtain would mercifully fall.
Yet, to deny their contribution would not be reality. They make a difference in their own little way. And so, I am convinced the audacity of hope will continue, like a recording that continually skips, promising better days to come.