I run after something, I do not name it, the darkness did not | Curiosity Pub

I run after something, I do not name it, the darkness did not give me the observation of its features, I may take risks and call it hope. Perhaps it was really the hope. There is no one more worthy of chasing than him. It is the pure feeling, the feeling that does not get wet, does not drown, does not hide, it is apparent even if you do not see it, it is what gives you the feeling of brotherhood for life, it is that which is not deterred and if you abandon it, it is the one that protects you in your despair, it is your perfect noise, it is the voice that you should train yourself to hear it, even if it is absent. You have to have the ability to imagine it, make it part of you and the vocabulary of your day, from your awakening options, and from the possibilities of your dream. Hope is our invisible master. We do not have to neglect him if he does not do us justice, and we do not question his obedience. And never to think of disobeying him. Hope remains active even if we are deluded into its nap, even if we think that it plays a role as close as possible to us to give up. If we consider despair as a winter, then hope is lit whenever we consider it the long warmth of our winter.