There are people that hope against all hope. They hang on even in the bleakest of situations -still believing that something will change. Their unwavering faith leads them to the edge of a cliff. And they will leap, with two possible outcomes: fall or fly.
Those that fly, for the most part, got lucky. But they will be heralded for figuring out the secret to success.
Those that fall regret they wasted their time in the first place, wondering where they had wrongly read the signs.
But…(and I hope for this)…the one that falls benefits the most. Not to decide that hope was a waste of emotion; but that the hope they held was the most beautiful part of the journey.