Thursday, March 17, 200510:54 PM
A man without hope is no man, for he will be servile and subject to his own misery, a victim of the turmoil he suffers. Yet a hopeful man is no better than a fool. For he understands the limit of his strength but dismisses his personal flaws, continuing to live in a fool's paradise. I for one, am a victim of hope and a believer. Contradicting huh? Let mi tell u a tale.
For years, there lived an outcast who believed that he was a scum and the only pride and jealousy fueled this abomination of a man. He believed that everything in live was founded upon power. Friendship, love and everything else. His belief were oni strengthed by the actions of his friends whom he deemed selfish and unworthy of their place. He secretly hungered for power, to bid farewell to the sorri state he was in, to rectify the abberation that was it. By fate, there was a scourge which struck. He was left unscathed yet by fate, his friends were not so fortunate. The miserable son of the b**** gloated over this disaster, believing that this was heaven's will, that all things in life eventually came down to a simple rule ; survival of the fittest.
The outcast then headed to another village and being the fastidious jackass that he was he had every intention to leave. Shortly after a few weeks, he got into a new tribe. He was full of hope, believing tat his tyme had come, that under his domination, there would be an era of peace and he would do as he please. At 1st, the outcast remained aloof and distant perfering to condemn himself to silence. Yet as tyme went by, his defences crumbled, he found himself starting to like the tribe. They were a frank and simple bunch. He felt strangely at ease talking with them, and cherished every moment that they spent together. He began to c hope and sought a way out of the misery that burden him. All the years of plotting and scheming against those who chose to name him a friend suddenly seemed stupid, insignificant. His belief were still intact though far from sound, their foundations shaken by the onslaught of emotions that were alien. Life proceeded as usual, and he found himself drawn to his group. THen came an emotional war. Hope against desire; character against instinct. Despite the barrage that came , the conventional side( the good) won. He learnt to hope and c love himslef and evrything around him, his group his world.
When another disaster approached, he found himself at risk of losing everything that he loved. He knew that sum will die, and they will have to separate, it was inevitable. Suddenly the truth dawned on him. This was survival of the fittest, yet he chose to ignore it, he could not believe. It was too painful. His hopes shattered and dreams dashed, he awaited the catastrophe.........
I hope the tale i tell do not relate to anyone. What i merely wish to do is argue the existance of hope; in eyes of some, hope is folly, for with power, there is no need for hope. For some, hope is happiness. Yet i am at the brink of such a disaster myself, i have come to love my new class 05A1 as with my life. I noe we will not be together as a whole, but i cannot deny taht i will miss them terribly and i will try everything in my power to remain. For anyone else out there, i say power isnt everything, for u hunger for power to change ur miserable fate but when he get it, u r the one who makes others miserable. N U wun feel happy. believe mi. i experienced it. And finally i just wana say i love u 05A1! and everyone i noe, please do not change, i love u as u r!
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