Each person has a path. A purpose in this big old world. An answer to seek. A life worth searching for. And while we each have a path, We each have struggles. We each have aches and pains. We all think we understand. We all think that there is not much to be upset about. And yet, we find in the deepest confines of our souls something more than pain. We find strength and power, Smiles and joy, Love and happiness. We find that no matter how much pain, No matter how much darkness.. There will always be a light, Always another door at the end of a daunting hallway. There will always be hope. A fact that will never fade. Hope, as usual, though strong, hides in its façade of pain. It hides and it cowers, patiently in wait. Needing an answer to this unexplained terror. Because hope will never see How someone so strong, Could become so weak.

All in all, I believe hope to misunderstand us. I believe it to think us lost souls wandering the earth in search of purpose. But we are so much more. We are people of religion, people of patriotism and love. People that I believe are human, people that I believe are strong. People that I believe hope. People that I believe have loved and lost. People who have never loved at all. I believe in people having happily ever afters, I believe in people finding that prince charming. I believe in family and love. In happiness and joy.

I believe in us.