No one wants to admit that there will be no certain perfection to something. People despise thinking about the bitter truth. That intact, the majority of us is useless.
Very true. But there will never be permanent redemption. There will always be moments where life feels hopeless and depressing. Happiness is not temorary. However sadness, comes closer to being permanent.
hope, is much like a fire. it can be used for warmth. to guide yourself through dark times. but it can also be used for destruction. it can ravage, destroy, and leave a wound.