Futility Of Hope
June 14, 2010 in Writing
The hardest thing of all is to find a black cat in a dark room, especially if there is no cat. –Confucius
Hope…what a cosmic joke, this name her parents had given her at birth! She’d been through the fire, fought so long, and now, sunk so low. Letting her hair down, she eyed the bathtub full of water, the almost empty glass of wine, and the sleeping pills.
Somewhere along the way, she’d gotten caught in all the snares. We all start so raw, she thought. Believing we can change ourselves, change the world. Then the mistakes start happening, and we think we can undo them.
She had carried her burdens, never asking anyone to share them, but hoping nevertheless that someone would offer to. Read the rest of this entry →
