parsod
Sometimes I look around and see people and how happy they are. I look and I observe that even people who are up to the neck in problems still manage to squeeze a moment of their time to smile, teeth glistening white, maybe even yellow. I smile too, you know. But I think they're the lucky ones, cause they actually mean it.
I believe that all hope isn't lost. I look at some people, and these people, they may have the saddest problems a person could possibly, ever have. And yet there's that tiny little spark of hope that glimmers in the dark, hallow depths of their eyes, notifying me that I can get past this. And then, I too, produce tiny little diamonds that sparkle lightly in the hallow of my eyes as well.
I may not be able to do many things correctly. I may not be able to understand so much in this world. But I do believe in things, I do. So I haven't lost all hope for myself...maybe even everything. For example, I believe that Africa isn't always going to be that one place in the world that will never find hope. Afterall, it took most of us 1900 something years to invent computers, right?