I've suddenly gone poetic - or emo, as others put it. It must be the rain (I know that can't be true because I love the rain, but I still need something bigger than me to put the blame on, so there).
Emotions are running amok in a fair embarkation.
Sometimes what you need to hear is not what you already know might happen, despite how probably it may be (and especially if your intuitions are always right, save the few rare ocassions). Sometimes all you need is a comforting word, a silent nod of sorts. Someone to hold your hand while you step out into the darkness, someone to tell you all will be well, someone to believe in that improbable alternate outcome. For few are the people who have that much faith and hope nowadays, even though that trait is endearing. Pessimism and cynicism seems to have taken hold of us all. Until we are forced to look inward for answers to stay true to ourselves. But then what difference is there in that from being alone in this world?
I remember the words of a wise man all too clear. "But if you don't believe in yourself, who will?" But even this wise man would probably agree with me that it gets tiring, too tiring. We all don't want to fight alone. We all don't want to journey alone. We all don't want to live to regret. We all want some reason, no matter how small, to make it all worthwhile.