The People

I know a place filled with a carefree lot. The citizens love living life fast and on the edge. Lord knows how hard they dance on the edge despite knowing that the rock might tilt and they end up at the bottom of the hill.

Another thing these people love besides living fast and loud is Hope. One would not blame them because hope seemed to be the only constant thing in their lives.

Hope was always there. They could be in a vehicle that is about to explode and their general thought would be;

 I know this vehicle is about to go up in flames and we will all die but I, however, HOPE!! it does not happen before I get to my destination. 

They make all sorts of wild decisions;

 Let us build our houses close to oil fields. And in times of an explosion, we grieve and continue living there anyway. 

What happens when a pandemic occurs? They fold their arms and hope somehow it will just go away. 

And with a government that does not put the citizens first, the citizens put themselves first by making light of every situation. 

Healthcare, Housing, virtually everything is funny. This situation is also a paradox because the same happy citizens are also very sad. Falling into depression without even realising it. 

One would think these people must hate life after reading this piece. This is however untrue because I have never met a group of people so willing to be alive like these people.  That they would do anything to rise even before the sun.