Ashes

Hope

Hope. It's just an ordinary word. Constituting of four ordinary letters; two ordinary vowels, two ordinary consonants. But this one word has the unfathomable power of turning the tides and altering the ocean. Well, not literally, but the tides of our mind and the vast ocean that is our heart. The feeling that everything is okay; even though it may not be, but the hope that it will be. That maybe the entire universe is not plotting against us, and that the odds aren't all stacked against us. And this comes in various forms, through various people. May it be your family, your friends or that one person who unleashes a whole bunch of butterflies in your tummy.

Love. This is the one thing in the universe that never fails to awe me. Its different hues, its different forms. I've talked about love, I've written about it, I've seen it, hell, I've even experienced it (as unrequited as it may be). But somehow I can never seem to decipher it. For me, requited love has always seemed like a star far up in the sky, tempting me to come toward it, but somehow I never seem to reach there. And I'm left grasping desperately onto nothing but thin air. Everybody deserves their 'Someday'. The feeling that someday they'll fall in love with someone who's capable of loving them back, and that someday it'll all be okay.

I've heard people say, "Don't cross oceans for someone who won't even jump a puddle for you.'

Fuck that.

Cross those oceans, cross several worlds if you want to, for someone! Do something for people because YOU want to do it, not because they did something for you. It's okay to miss someone who isn't missing you. It's okay to think about someone when they aren't thinking about you. It's okay to love someone, who doesn't love you back, Because somewhere, deep down, your love is what gives you hope. And at the end of the day, isn't that what we all strive toward? To believe in it all again, to feel it all again, to Hope for it all again...

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