Introduction: So I am trying to improve my writing and hopefully, try out some new styles and genres. So in addition to my drawing challenge, I have also challenged myself to a year long writing challenge in which I will write one entry/day. I'm going WAY out of my comfort zone posting this online, but I'm hoping this gives me a little inspiration to try harder. Criticism and compliments welcome, as well as suggestions. I am getting my prompts from another blog: here. Enjoy - and PLEASE leave feedback!
"It's futile"
Hope. Who can argue whether its learned or ingrained in our consciousness when born? ( I'm quite sure it has been argued...extensively.) For myself, it is an integral part of my daily life. The hope that we have cheeseburgers for dinner, or just that today will turn out okay. From there, it goes deeper into a realm that I sometimes don't fully understand myself. My hopes for my children, myself, friends, the world. I do not always give them conscious thought. It arrives, unbidden, to keep me persevering. But what if that hope is dashed? What kind of conditions have to be in place to make someone become completely devoid of hope? Is it years of oppression? Overwhelming loneliness? What makes a child's smile disappear? What makes a frustrated adult walk away from a life he's built for years? What makes thousands end it all within seconds? It is a simple thought. One that, given time and food for growth can kill hope and destroy worlds. It is receiving that failing grade one more time. Loving the wrong person yet again. Being reminded that you didn't live up to expectations. The whisper of doubt that steals joy: "It is futile."
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