It's winter and rain clouds blanket the city. We find solace in the routine of urban survival. Masses are out hunting and gathering for an easier demise. There is a solace in contributing to your own well being making yourself less of a burden to society. A lack of entitlement and a greater sense of responsibility make for a noble citizen.
Soldiers of fortune at arms, we are marching, fighting, dying for hope. Hope wakes us from slumber. Hopes fuel dreams that drive our ambitions. Hope allows us to hold onto the past with amorous grips opening ourselves to vulnerability so that we may experience love, joy, triumph and fulfillment.
Hope is freedom.
Hope is love.
Hope is life.
