A bit on hope.

Everyone thought you were happy. Everyone thought you had it all figured out. You had the money. You had the fame. You had it all. And now it's gone?
Something in us all wants hope...just hope. Hope that cannot be taken away when the high wears off, hope that cannot crash to the ground when the money runs out. We fight for it. We'd die for it. It's the important. That's...intense.
Fame can't cure us. Money won't do. Security? No. Happiness? What is happiness anyway? Nothing will fill this hole inside of us. Hope-less.
We live thinking that hope is impossible...because that's how our parents raised us. They aren't happy. They don't love, they don't share, they don't have the hope we all need, so we can't either? That is a crock. That is a lie. Hope is not a myth. It's more real than anything in the world. It's more tangible than the keyboard that I'm typing on. It's more defined than anything Webster could read to us. Hope is there. We just have to find it.