A Senseless Stubborn Hope

A senseless stubborn hope

He carried it like a shadow he couldn’t shake, a hope that made no sense, yet refused to die. Every morning, the world whispered that he was foolish, that clinging to it was useless, and still, he held on. It was messy, stubborn, and reckless, but in its defiance, he found the tiniest sparks of meaning, small enough to be ignored by most, yet enormous to him. And meaning, true meaning, was all that mattered to him. In his mind, he clung to it; in his heart, he refused to let go. He believed that if he held on tightly enough, he would no longer be seen as a fool, but as one of the dreamers who never surrendered. Perhaps, someday, children in some distant future, facing the same impossible choices, would look back on his story and wish they had held on as fiercely as he did.

Yet fear and doubt often crept into his heart, fear that he might be wrong, doubt that he might be horribly wrong. Still, he ignored the signs, for he wanted this more than he wanted to breathe. He disregarded every warning, every judging glance, every whispered criticism, because his hope, however senseless and stubborn, demanded it.

But was the price he paid worth it? Would it be enough to carry him through, or would it be remembered only as a foolish act of reckless hope?

To this he answers with a question … What would you do for love?

No matter how difficult the situation became, no matter the signs, he knew that love truly came from beyond this world. And so, he ignored it all. From every direction it came, he turned his face from it, guided by the understanding that love follows no logic, only the beats of the heart. And love demanded a price, a price that required everything. And so he gave everything, without consulting his mind, without listening to the whispers of caution within.

Yet he knew, he knew that he knew, that his mind was his own, and he could not ignore her pushing him away each time. She spoke the words, but her actions told a different story, that they were not meant to be. Yes, he noticed. And yet, he kept showing up. He refused to give up on her, even as he watched her slowly lose all feelings for him.

Frustration struck when he fully realized the truth, for the price he had paid was immense, and there were no refunds. He poured out his heart as a foolish man would, but for who could blame him? His heart spoke in words that none else could understand. If only he listened, if only he thought twice, if only he realised sooner…. If only