(Originally written August 3, 2007 in Notebook 17)
Hope & Strength
I have neither hope nor strength in me. My hopes are consistently dashed at every bend. Obstacles are placed in front of my path on a such a regular basis. I know not what is normalcy any longer. The strength in me has been wasted on selfish, futile adventures. Yet somehow I press on. This one, this perseverance without internal hope or strength would be enough to convince me that there is something greater than I. That for some unknown reason takes a personal interest in me.
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