Moving on??

Moving on is some times the most difficult thing to do, I have been talking about for months already and yet I am no closer to doing it than I was before I even started. Hanging on to a dream others have termed "nearly impossible" and I suspect the "nearly" was my friends' attempt at diplomacy. Right now, I just feel so tired, a deep sense of fatigue, hanging on to something I know has a slim chance of coming to pass. Slim, negligible, non-existent, whatever.

Is it really pointless? At this juncture, it seems like it. Almost. Yet its the faint element of hope, hope against all hope that is still keeping the dream alive. Even as all logic, all rationality and every single analysis of the situation deems this an impossibility, something in me keeps hanging on.

Maybe that is what hope is all about. Its that little candle that is flickering in a cloudy night. Even as it is precariously close to being extinguished, yet while it still burns it illuminates the surroundings. Lights up everything about it. While the surrounding darkness is larger than the flickering flame, while the candle still burns, there is light. A light that is greater than the darkness around it.