As I lie awake on my bed, darkness surrounds my restless body. The
darkness is not comforting, yet it does not give rise to uneasiness.
The blank void just surrounds me separating me from the rest of the
world. Time has no meaning here, for it is relative to the length of
the thought passing through my mind. Such thoughts run rampant, as
time seems to rush by without a whisper for the abyss around me offers
me nothing on which to concentrate. However, as my undisturbed soul
rests in the room so dark, my eyes spy something in the beyond. It
appears to be a sort of blurry spot of light on the rim of the black
hole surrounding me. I reach out in desperation to the phenomenon
floating before me. I cannot touch it but I feel a strange warmth as
I stretch towards it in vain. As I continue to study it, the anomaly
before me seems more familiar. I feel as if I have experienced it
before. Thoughts begin rushing through my head in search of something
similar in meaning to what floats before me. It doesn't take long for
me to find a match, for I think of it often. The wonder in front of
me seems to be physical representation of the hope we as humans share
as normality. Our entire race bases the way it lives by what it hopes
will happen. We play the stock market and the lottery hoping to make
extra money. We go to school to receive an education that we hope
will provide for our well-being as we travel down the road of life.
We also delve into relationships hoping to find that special someone.
As I continued to reach out to the fog of light hovering before my
bewildered eyes, an uncontrollable flood of hopes of all kinds rushed
through my already overloaded head. Hopes of friendships, love,
money, longevity, and power became my only recognizable thoughts. As
my brain became saturated by the unrestricted battery of hope, my
consciousness quickly gave way. The next thing my weakened mind
perceived was the dawning of a new day.