Hope, I as a child had a lot of hope in people, in my family, in myself. Well, the hope we have isn’t the same as we had as when we were mere children because as we grow older we begin to see the world how it is, how it really is not just how we imagine it or wish it to be. Hope it can sometimes be the only thing that keeps people going because it’s their last resource to keep living. Sometimes that hope slowly fades away and so does the person. Many people don’t notice this because they might have things of their own, but on that rare occasion someone actually notices. Hope, it is a beautiful thing to have but it is equally as dangerous as it is beautiful. Dangerous because with that hope it can create false things for people and they wouldn't deserve something, that they need to be false because that can make them crumble to pieces and no longer be that person who you once knew before. That is why hope is equally dangerous as is it beautiful...
