Hope

Introduction

If there is one thing I have learned from observing humans it is that people are wholly built off of one concept: to be the absolute worst version of themselves.

Yes, there are good people in the world, but not enough of them. Many of said good people roam the Earth searching for their fellow minorities, but they are all outnumbered. There are far too many bad people compared to the good.

All of the good people come to realize that most of the other people in the world are terrible. They are, among other things, incompetent, rude, inconsiderate, and just plain awful. The good people could let these things get them down, or they could just move on. It may not be easy, but it is doable. Most of the good people that are lost amongst a sea of the bad ones result in doing one thing. They hope. They discover that they must hope they get a better life. Hope to find a new job. Hope they find good friends. Hope this is... temporary. They hope and hope and hope. Hope seems to be one of the basic necessities for surviving in the dreadful place you refer to as the world. Hope got you through war, poverty, the Plague. It keeps you sane. Hope seems to be your only option in the worst of times. Hope. It constantly fails you, but you keep crawling back to it. People keep setting expectations they know can never be reached. They keep asking hope to perform the most impossible of tasks. But what if everybody stopped hoping? What if people, good or bad, no longer hoped?

I am Hope. I am the hope everybody has inside of them or had inside of them. I look over everyone in the world, and grant wishes to the lucky few. Until one day, everybody stopped hoping. I just wanted to tell you this story to help you appreciate me, despite the very little good I have actually given you.