Fading Waves

Life is a cycle—opportunities and challenges; problems and solutions. Fleeting reliefs and mounting trials. Just when you think you can finally breathe, that’s when hope betrays you…

In an instant, the things you hoped for—close to the touch—recede deeper into the thick forayed forest. Tangled in the shadows, facing no options but to proceed further—believing that it’s within reach now.

No, it’s still as far as when you first began, that’s when the hope kills. It wasn’t the distance or the road that broke you—it was losing it all, right as it lay in your grasp. Only to realize that the summit you conquered was only the foothills of a far greater climb.

It’s hope that propels us forward, that carries us through each day. What helps us continue through and within everything and anything. Motivation to succeed, willingness to achieve. Hope.

Yet hope can cast you down, dragging you into its bleak depths, trapping you in an illusion as reality slips away through your grasp. It casts a shadow that blocks the dawn and blinds you to the truth—then strikes, a cold knife through the chest.

Each day, we push ourselves to move further, striving to do better—to be better. We do not yield. We take the knife back, deflect the hands that reach to pull us down. We sever the arms that try to make us falter toward the depths below. We may fall from grace, but we rise once more. Refusing to be consumed by the illusions.

Still we try—not just to survive but to reach that dream. No matter who stands in our way, no matter what break us—even if the fates themselves conspire against us—we will prevail. The hope that kills? No—it’s the hope that lives.

Hope lives to carry us where we dream to go. It ensures that, with all the bad, we may still experience the good. Even if for just a moment, someone, somewhere, will reach out—not to drag us down, but to intertwine and lift us higher, breaking the heavens that kept us apart for so long…