They call it hope, and it can be a very fragile thing or an immensely strong tie. This is what I've been called, Hope, as though it was my very name. It is what I embody, what I give, it is in my very essence. Hope should of been my name, for it is all I survive on, all I present. I know nothing else, but hope, hope for everyone and everything.
You can call it naive, but I can't help it, it's who I am. You can laugh and scoff at it, as intangible as it may seem. However, hope is one of the strongest powers alive, it burns ever so closely to your heart. Ignore it, push it away, and it comes back stronger then before, but there is always a catch.
Hope, no matter how strong, is exceptionally fragile as well. Though how can such a thing be a conflicting turmoil I haven't the knowledge or the wisdom to tell you. Though hope is all that I am, and all that I know, it sometimes falters in the best of people. This is where I come in, the ever guiding light, perhaps that is why my destiny is what it is. Hope is a strange thing, and you can find it in the strangest people, it likes it there. Though how it can be fragile is as shocking, as to where you might find it. Hope is tied to willpower, and will power is tied to self-worth.
Obviously if you lack one, the others will follow as well. It's the human condition no? Sorry, I didn't mean to go on a tangent. At times self-worth can plummet beyond what you can pull back up on your own.
Do not confuse self-worth with self-esteem, though similar are not the same. Self-esteem is the confidence in one's abilities despite the odds present in the challenge. Self-worth is the measurement of one's self despite the ever changing odds. Self-esteem helps self-worth, but you can have high self-esteem in something without having high self-worth, and vice versa.
Hmm, I suppose most would never expect that out of my mouth, or even out of my brain. See, low self-esteem, but I have high self-worth, it is because of who I am and what I do.
I am designated the light of the universe now, no I didn't just claim the title in arrogance. My willpower of everlasting hope earned me it, though sometimes the prices were foolhardy at best. Though I am contradicting myself, the prices paid by others were harsh, and as hope I am bound to see them through. Though as harsh as others may have had to pay, I as hope am bound to pay far more and do more through the toughest times. All of it is for the hope of the people, and the hope of this world I cherish.
Light plays on the lake that is look upon, being observed in happy peace. Though troubled, none of it is shown, instead they gazed at the dancing sliced rose petal that floated on the air.
This speaks of lost, I wonder is this the next soul I am to guide?
Fingers stretch out and gently grasp the two halves. They hold them reverently, seeking answers in the petals.
Yes, I feel my soul call to this one, they have lost their path. Treading dangerously close to a dark path, they feel lost. I can feel their emotions impressed upon this fragile petal. My soul reaches out, testing and memorizing the one that is seeking something that they know not. I know what they have lost, and I know how to give it back.
This is my job, my very being, this is why I am hope beyond others. Invisible wings stretch from my shoulder blades, and a feather drifts from them white as my very soul.
The feather lands upon the green earth, and is gazed upon in meaning. Softness is creased in the stance as it is peered upon, a simple feather that means so much.
I must tell you this though, the reason why I hope so. I'm sure you must of questioned it the whole time I've been talking. You see, there is something I treasure, something I must protect. No, it isn't a person, though I care deeply for many. It's this very world we stand upon, I love and treasure it. The world has sheltered, provided for, and cared for me even though I am different from it. Yes, it has it's shadows, but that is what I aim to change. By this love I have for this earth, I have hope, hope to share and change the shadows. I will do this either by protecting and giving my life over and over again, or by showing what hope is person to person. This may take centuries, it may take eons, but I will preserve, I will have hope. In essence, because I know nothing else, because it is what I must do. It is because of who I am, and even if it wasn't, I couldn't ignore this forgotten soul.
I may never truly understand my reason for hope, but that isn't a goal in life for me. I have hope that I am doing the right thing, no, the hope is I know I am doing the right thing. Now, I cannot stand here anymore describing how and why. The aura of the one lost dims, and I must seek it before it never walks again.
Okay, this one is a little longer..still not answering who it is. Though there were some pretty blatant clues. Darn! Oh, well. Anyways soon, the identities will become clear, but for a few more chapters I will try to keep it vague, hence first person view. Please review, and Much Care, WCB.