"Hope is the ultimate flavor of life". Such a very humane phrase almost made many lives very fragile, including my own. Hope is defined by some philosophers or even poets as the tiny string that sinking souls use to hang on to for staying above the surface. This definition is by far the most intriguing of all; it made me think that the world is a colorful, cheerful place to be.
At the age of 15, I began implementing every profound meaning behind hope in my life-I smiled at strangers for no reason, I washed away all my grudges against anyone, I began portraying my future as if it was heaven, and I started believing that even foes can become best friends. But I was only "hoping" that all these implementations may come true. To be honest, the results of such hopes were encouraging, but that was just the start. When I started hoping I was 15; my world was very tiny and even theoretical rather than practical, thus hope was very definite synonym for the word dream.
At high school, I excelled-I was hoping to achieve my goal of going to college and be an aeronautics engineer. For a person with such a small world like mine back then, that was just a very easy task. I was a teenager, who never had a CRUSH on anyone or had any interest in any activity other than soccer. So, I only focused on school and soccer, no other distraction from any possible aspect. I was even very introvert, I kept myself away from any social relations with any human being except for my school mates. This compound which created a very opportune environment was all I needed to achieve my desire.
After my high school graduation I applied for engineering college and got accepted. It seemed like hope was my best friend; after all, I thought that I achieved that success thanks to hope. In college, I had to live on my own, get a job, and manage my own entire life by myself. Taking care of all these aspects together made me drift apart from my goals. By that time, I’ve realized that I cannot just hope that everything goes back to normal; I had to be far more practical than just an optimist. I had to stop smiling at strangers because I was always waned, I began holding grudges against my closest ones I know, I scratched down every picture of my future I had in mind, and I had a very hostile temper due to the constant pressures and life demands.
I changed drastically to the worse, but because I was hoping that I might cope with these drastic changes in my life. Well, I failed my first year, which was a huge disappointment. At that point, I've had lost everything I ever had and everything I was hoping to have. I lost myself, wandering what was wrong. I was acting exactly the same as I was in high school, but what went wrong? A lot went the opposite direction of my hope but I couldn't realize that until I sank.
I had to learn a lesson the hard way; from straight A’s to straight F’s. This change is absolutely enough to destroy every possible fiber in one’s morale. I've later realized that hope is just a mask impractical people use as a soothing agent, but not a motivation. I also realized that I was not sinking down; I was already on the surface. So I hoped to fly but forgot to learn how to fly. Hope is more like a covenant; the person must “learn how to fly”, then hope he or she doesn't fall down when jumping off that cliff called life. Humans are born stiff, but hope makes them fragile. Don't ever fully believe in hope, believe in yourselves and others will hope to be like you.