At certain point in your life you would want to give up. Every day is a struggle to survive. Every day you wake up and wonder, "How much longer can I go on?" Yet, you keep going. Why is this?
There is always something that I hope for. I hope for change. I hope for strength. I hope for caring. I hope things won't always be as they have been.
Hope, my friends, is the only thing keeping me, and probably you, alive.