I am supposed to be dead. I should not exist here. But I do.
Nobody can see me. Nobody knows me. Even you might not know. That is just the way I am.
I want to tell you my secret, but I am too afraid to confess it.
I always resided within people. Everyone knew me, felt me, and had me. Even though no one could see me, I was their beaming smiles. I was their grateful tears. I was their ambitious dreams. I was their comfort and relief. I was their lifelines, waiting for anyone to grasp.
Whenever people faced hardships, they sought me. They would remember me and continue on with their lives. Even the ones in great affliction felt better after finding me. However, things changed.
People started becoming more greedy and competitive. They craved for materialistic wealth and envied the ones who had obtained fame and popularity. I was not important. I was not good enough. I could not motivate them anymore. What they needed was not me, but tangible objects that satisfy their voracious appetites for being better than the others. Gradually, I was forgotten among the people.
Centuries elapsed, and the people arrived at the point of Apocalypse. I wanted to help them by blowing courage into their hearts, because I knew that they could still survive if they worked together with me. Unfortunately, nobody could hear my voice, a feint cry buried in the midst of fights. In the end, a round spaceship filled with some men flew to a new location, and the unlucky individuals sadly deceased in the Apocalypse.
I went to greet the new people, who would trace a new course of history as the second generation. However, I was not welcomed. Indeed, they tried to obliterate me by shutting the doors in their minds. It was simply absurd; why would they try to get rid of me when I came to soothe their minds and guide them to start afresh?
I realized that I was a stranger to the people, an alien that intruded their land. It was a sorrowful result of people's greed. They did not look forward to their future, and they did not try to stay positive. They were in the quest of better lives than each other. When I tried to help them out, they pushed me away then chased after me with fuming anger. Hunted down by the debris of greed, I absconded away.
Now I am all alone, stricken by fear and lost in darkness. I ask you: will you recognize me, or are you one of the people?
Come closer. So that I can whisper my secret into your curious ears.
Hope. That is my name.
