“There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart”
{Albert Camus}
Hope is a dangerous thing.
It triggers our reflex to survive the bleakest hours.
To grasp on any thread of silver lining.
And it gives us butterflies that say… things will fall into place.
Someway, somehow.
And I think that’s a beautiful thing. Usually.
But it tends to consume us when left unchecked.
And that can be both dangerous and beautiful.
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