The fires of hate Part I

There was nothing else for me to do but run. In an ideal world, I wouldn’t have lost so much time climbing a wall or going up a lavafall, and I would already be beside the man I loved, but this isn’t an ideal world.

In this world, we will suffer and experience pain, but there is hope. I knew little of that word in my past lifetime, but now I was practically walking on it, and in doing so, I experienced many miracles and things that defied logic.

Perhaps this should be the way of life. Walking on hope for a future we couldn’t see but dreamt of. However, hope without action is like dust in the wind; we need to apply ourselves to produce what we hope for: success, love, and family. The power of hope is that it becomes the fuel for something great: faith. And faith, as was said in the distant past —well, the future for the present me—is the evidence of what we cannot see.