Hope

A while ago I was reading a book, and a particular bit of it really addressed me personally. Not because of the content but also because of the way it was written. Why should it be interesting for you? Because you can apply it to everyday life and in different ways, also it might appeal to you:

Why did he do it, why is he doing it, why did this happen? Why my daughter, my son, my husband, my wife? This is the unending question from victims. 'The short answer is that he likes hurting you. That's the simple motivation. The other side of it is that he knows it'll make you afraid. That makes him feel powerful. And he likes that very much'. Of course, I know there isn't really a good answer to that unending question. Why me? I'm a good mother/father/brother/daughter/son. I keep my head high, do my best. Sure I lie a little, but I tell the truth more than I lie, and I love the people in my life the best I can. I try to do more right than wrong and I'm happier then there's more smiles than pain. I'm no hero; I'm not going to end up in any history books. But I'm here, and I matter. So why me? I can't tell them what I really think. Why? Because you breathe and walk, and because evil does exist. Because the cosmic dice were rolled and you came up short. God either forgot about you that day, or it's a part of his master plan - pick your belief The truth is, bad things are going to happen somewhere, every single day, and today was just your turn. Some people might call that a bleak or cynical outlook. To me, it's what keeps me sane. Otherwise you start thinking that maybe it's the bad guys that have the edge. I prefer thinking, 'Nope. No edge. The simple fact is that evil preys on good, and today, good had a bad day'. Which brings with it an acceptante of the other side of that argument, that tomorrow it might be evil's turn for some rain. And that's called hope.