Truth is not much else changes. You still hurt. You still love. You still wish and hope and fear things. And you still need people to help you with all of it. In some ways, that’s the best part.
Why do I hope?
When I live in a world that is so messed up. In justice, poverty, greed on every street corner. In every heart. A world where human worth is measured in bank balances and Facebook friends. Where the proud are exalted and the weak go unnoticed. Is it supposed to feel so pointless? Are we supposed to just go with the flow? Accepting the world for what it is? Then why are we left empty and wanting?