Hope is a beautiful thing.  
It inspires the cynical and comforts the sad.  
Hope is the adrenaline of the human race’s resolution to overcome the most impossible obstacles.  

Yet, how far can an emotion go before it is no longer the firing of neurons but a tangible product that is real and alive?
In a world so plagued by suffering it seems as if we are doomed to repeat our mistakes and regress with every consecutive war.  
It seems that we are all suicidal maniacs hell-bent on losing the final round of Russian roulette.  

Yet, hope prevails.  
Why won’t it die so that we can **** each other in peace?
My friend, there is something terribly wrong with our world.  Leaders abuse their power and the innocent suffer.  
The only way a sane person can cope with this reality is to turn a blind eye.  

But, I cannot.  
I will not.  
I must not.