Why do we live the thing called 'life' ?
Is it because of the people we love? Or is it because we don't have the strength to end everything?
Despair will always linger in the air like a plaque. Sometimes our days will all look the same. We won't even notice the hours or days that have passed. Then, finally, when we notice it; it's too late. It already became a routine. Despair became a part of you.
Hope is the thing that flickers in the darkest of times. When you've been beaten down; hope is there to get you through the day. Hope is such an easy thing to break, but the light it gives can brighten anyone's life.
Hope and despair are the reasons we live 'life'.