The Writers' Block Files

Hope

AN

I know you all saw it coming...but here we are! Next update from your very own high functioning sociopathic author! Enjoy!

K...enjoy! :P

Dedication to @Book_Wyrm for getting the answer right! (@TheSpanishTurtle you can have a dedication later. Cuz technically you cheated.)

Hope:

See that light? The bright orb glowing in the darkness? It pulses warm radiance, spreading through the chill and cold of a winter night, spuring you forward. Bright, inspiring thoughts of comfort and cheer, always just out of reach, leading you on through the darkness. You trust it, because somehow it makes you feel at peace. Everything will be okay. You aren't forgotten. Whatever will come, you can face it.

This feeling, my friends, is hope. It rests inside you, sometimes dormant, sometimes so optomistic it hurts, though it brings illumination to all around you. Hope is so often underestimated; some would say it is worthless, that Love is the real motivator, but have you ever been without Hope? Has your world ever been so dark you cannot ifnd a shred of hope, a spark of light, a teensy bit of optimism to light your way? Until you have reached this point, you cannot possibly understand the vast sense of all-encompassing despair that floods you as darkness drowns your soul, dousing you in cold, black death.** Love springs from Hope, and vice verse. One is not better than the other. We hope for love, but love in hope.

Hope is an anchor. It holds you steady in the storm, yet it allows you to soar above the clouds. Hope is the sun as it rises each morning, bringing light to the previously dark world. It is that state of euphoria you get after a long, weary battle, whether physical or emotional. It is the gut instinct that says you're gonna be okay. Things are looking up; the storm has passed. Hope is a spring of joy that gives you the will to live. It is the emotion that allows you to laugh in the darkest of times, the emotion that gives you strength when you thought you had none. It is the fire that fuels every last-ditch effort, it is the spirit that inspires yourself and those around you. Because Hope is infectious. As long as you have some, even if it is only the teeniest spark, it can grow, spreading to others as well. And you may find that those you first gave hope to, are the ones who give you it in your dark hours. 

Hope is strength. Hope is unconquerable. When you have nothing left, cling to that tiny light pulsing within you. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes in lets you down. But every now and then, Hope stands strong. Let it fight within you. Because sometimes all you--or others like you--need is a little hope. 

"WE CAN BE BUDDIES DEN CAUSE I GOT PERFECT ALL PLANNED OUT BUT WRITERS BLOCK IS DRAGGING ME TO THE DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN TO SLOWLY EAT ME ALIVE AS I DROWN AND SET FIRE TO MY BONES PICKED CLEAN BY IT AND VARIOUS MERPEOPLE-VERSIONS OF THE OBAMAS." ~TheSpanishTurtle

That amazing bit of hilariousness comes to you from TheSpanishTurtle. Hope you laughed.

** (For those of you who have read Harry Potter, one word for you: Dementors)

*There will be some poetry in the future. You didn't complain, so suck it up and deal with it. Don't hate, but if you don't want it in here anymore just comment "no poetry". I will listen.

~Allons-y my lovely Pineapples!~