I never know if it is worth hoping.

Some days, I can have faith

that the light will be there at the end of the tunnel

even though I can’t see it yet.

Other days,

I feel I am deluding myself, 

searching for the end of the tunnel

that will never come,

like Sisyphus and his boulder.

The world is not friendly to hope.

It is, however, 

an advocate of despair.

Some days, I believe

that hope will be the only thing

that will let us have a future.

Other days, I believe

that hope is a fool’s notion

and will only lead to the inevitable

disappointment

of life.

I never know if hoping will be

our salvation

or

our doom.