Hope.

Tell me, what is hope? One of my favorite quotes has always been Emily Dickinson's "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul." In my eyes, hope was that shining beacon, that glimmering North Star that would sparkle unwaveringly as the lost traveler's guide. But yesterday, someone said something that shattered this beautiful image: "Hope is for people who don't know what they're doing." And as much as I didn't want to believe it, he was right. People only resort to hope when they feel like they are not in control of their own futures anymore. But how can the one thing that keeps people from giving up also be the proof that one has given up?