Hope

HOPE. The Magical word that stands at the end ofg one's trial, one's suffering. The word that keeps me going on in life. What would the world be without hope?

I still remember the place where hope originated,,,, ironically, from Pandora's box!

It's a fairy tale worth telling. The silly little girl Pandora unwittingly opened a box of worries and trials into a world at perfect peace. Seeing her action's result she shut the box before the last inhabitant could come out. Then she heard the voice form the box, not the Scratchy and icky voice of a demon but the sweet chord of an angel telling her to let her out inorder to bring some hope back to the world. Obviously the angel didn't know that a perfect world was ignorant of hope coz they didn't need it. Pandora sensed some good in the being (maybe the demons blew some sense into her head) and let "HOPE" out too. So maybe hope is latched with problems, and a person free of problems is also devoid of hope. But who am i to ponder these issues? I havn't even wondered about myself, about who I really am, now pondering about the darkest corners of psycology. Bloody hell! Fear does change a man.