The beautiful lie

Hope, what a beautiful thing.

So fragile, yet somehow so strong.

A tiny light that shines in the darkest of places.

We cling to it.

We hold it dear.

A possibility that comes alive within our hearts.

That possibility becomes a promise through hope, and that promise, in time, becomes an expectation.

But hope doesn't always remain hope.

It becomes belief.

We begin to believe in a possibility with no substance.

We believe it might come true.

But that is the lie we tell ourselves.

And that's what makes hope so beautiful, yet so dangerous.

It makes us believe in the lies we conjure up

And if there is anything more dangerous than a lie, it's waiting and believing that the lie will come true.