Hope is the biggest bullshit you can hold onto.
It makes you believe you can forget of the present for a distant change in tomorrow. The ever decreasing size of a galaxy as you go far far away till the time it is a pixel white space in entirety of the hollow blackness. An instant later, when you can’t see the galaxy but you know its there; is the present, the fact. And just as your sub conscience mind makes you believe you are lost, you are also left with essence of hope. This, is bullshit. You know it is, but you can’t let it go until fact shows up again, when hope gets its meaning.