Hope

Maybe what we are missing in this world is the people who believe that the life can be lived beautifully. Maybe we are not lacking people of value. We are lacking people of hope. People who can be broken but still, to be able to get up and to continue the fight. The everyday struggle to fill the empty place, the place that is left empty over and over again, by ghosts, by shapes of human who lost their humanity and continue to feed their ego by sucking the life of the beautiful creatures which still have the power to hope. Sometimes, the hopeless people need to deceive the hope in other people just to prove themselves that they were right when they decided to give it up  and to live only for the moment. Maybe it's against nowadays nature to have hope, to see the beauty, to believe that there in one person, in one hundred, in one thousand, in one millon who will embrace our fragility and will understand. It's a fight to survive  but the real struggle of life is to keep alive the good, the hope, the love inside our hearts, the absurdity of human values.