Fear is a living home with peeling wallpaper and rotting floors
It creaks and crumbles with every careful step
The windows are boarded, shingles falling away
Any semblance of light is coated with dust
Hope is a home with a comfy bed and flowing curtains
It warms your heart with every cool breeze from an open window
Light shines in, unhindered by grime, where it doesn't matter how you spend your time
Sometimes Fear traps you behind its locked doors
Sometimes Hope seems unattainable by a darkened doorstep
One must choose - to live in Fear is to live in misery
To live in Hope, one must accept the stormy nights.
The world will move forward with or without you.
Do you want to be left behind?