“you’re still so naive, child,“ the man said to her. “you can’t expect people to be like those in fairy tales. they only seek their best interests.” she shook her head.“i know evil exists in people. it exists in you and me too, you know. but how can you see the goodness in others if all you expect are the worst?” the man sighed, as if disappointed in her. “it’s safer that way, you foolish child. sometimes your expectations will kill you. sometimes hope will be the very thing that crushes your spirit instead of lifting it, do you understand?” they sat in silence for awhile, and the man thought the girl had been swayed at last. “but sir, i’ve lived both being hopeful, and being afraid of pain that i shut myself out. between you and me, i’d rather live to give chances than to burn them. i choose hope.” the man sighed again, this time lifting his brow. “is that so?” she nodded. “people will never be good, will never have the chance to be good until you give them hope to be better, and faith that they’ll get better. walls and guards have never change the world, sir. all it did is grow more fear. at least if my hope fails me, if my faith is proven wrong, i learned. and hopefully, i get smarter. i will choose something that makes me wiser instead of hateful, sir. always.”
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