Prologue

Emily Dickinson once wrote this about hope: “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.” But what if hope is just another name for disappointment in disguise? What if it’s just a masquerade in the waiting and could strike at any time in the form of delivering bad news? The higher the hope, the higher the level of disappointment once the truth is sought out. So why do many people still cling so eagerly to hope? Maybe it is because many of us still wish that that truth isn’t really the truth. Or maybe we only want to delay the inevitable. Or because we want to deceive ourselves a little longer.
Some might say hope is bad news in disguise because whenever there’s good news, there comes bad news along with it. The combination is unavoidable. But others might say those bad news might be a blessing after all. So which one is it really?
Is the truth that important? Or is living happily in ignorance a better path?
© Saturday, October 4th, 2008
Posted: Saturday, March 13th, 2010

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*Special Note*: All poems or quotes used in this story are from the respective authors, who I have cited like above each time throughout the story.