Hope
I grow cynical by the day. The world’s life sentence is spiralling down a direction I wish I could add a fullstop to. Turning around time and going back to change the course of history, erase it, is not yet technologically possible. But it is possible to stop it all, to end it, to construct the big red self-destruct button and blow it all into smithereens.
The fact that this option is possible and might just come to pass as the final destination for mankind is bothersome. Have we grown up with intellect and reason just to find that we hate ourselves?
I sometimes pray that the Earth decides to shrug us off before we destroy this blue gem of a planet. Mankind deserves no less, for all the atrocities it has done against it’s home and fellow men. There is nothing worth saving.
And, yet…
Yesterday, I saw a man and woman say goodbye to each other. I don’t know if they were lovers, but they hugged with some familiarity. The woman was the first to move out of the embrace and she turned around to walk the opposite way. There was a smile on her face, lingering at the corners of her lips. The man did not move, he stood there, watching her walk, his face full of the innocent longing of a child.
He was old, almost in his late thirties, balding with a semblance of a beard you’d probably see on a teen’s face. If he, at his age, can still retain that innocence, then yes, there is some hope left in this world. Hope worth fighting for.
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