Treasure Island

Daimon Ferguson

(Portland, Oregon)

The Legacy of Hope:


Hope.It is a fragile thing, it is the one thing that keeps humans going when all other motivation has failed them.Hope is the belief that no matter how hard Today is,
tommorow WILL be better. It is the root of every successful story, every impossible feat that has been accomplished, and the very core of the human soul. Hope is the
reason we, as humans, have kept going, kept SURVIVING, for without Hope, we are naught but the empty, hollowed-out shells of what we CAN and SHOULD be.
It is the very reason we are still here today thousands of years later. It is what keeps me going every day no matter what happens. Hope, my friends, is the embodiement
of humanity.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, September 05, 2012

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