Hope, every day.

You postulate as to the stifling averageness of the world around you and seem to forget the inherent balance that is in all things. Balance, not justice, for justice is a man made evil. One may live in a constant search for happiness or something greater but the hope that is essential to any and every human endeavor, struggle, failure, victory and triumph however insignificant or otherwise, that hope is the one thing that can be killed only by that which is unattainable. In our very quest for happiness we seek to do no more than destroy its very potential. How glorious to live in a place that so conveniently gives fuel to our hope, our search, our passionate (or dispassioate as the case may be) quest for something that is by all logical reasoning probably nonexistant. Such is happiness, and if you'll pardon the cliche, such is God, the man made embodiment of hope, the shell in which lies all that we held dear at one time, until as a species we outgrew it and now we wear it like a shoe two sizes too small and filled with stones and bits of resentful glass.

Hope, an excersize in being human, can seem inhumane at times, beneath the dignity of any man. What kind of cruel inclination would dare to drag a man from the depths to which he has sunk and hand him such dreams, such dreams... they fool him, persuade him, cheat him. He thinks that he can fly (though no man has wings) if only he could get high enough, far enough from the ground to fall indefinitely. And he does not meet his end as a bloodied spatter on the sidewalk under a thirty story building and a brief blurb in a local paper, no! Because his search is in vain. He will never find the tower he seeks because all constructs of man are rooted firmly to the ground one way or another. An airplane may crash brilliantly into the sea, or sail smoothly into its port, but either way it returns to harbour in the base dirt of earth and reality such as it is. It is only faith and hope, and faith in hope, and hoping for faith that is eternal, everpresent and always just out of reach, like a dollar on a string dangling in front of your greedy little eyes attached to your screaming mind. 'GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME!' you almost beg of the universe but truth be told, you wouldnt know what to do with it.

Search on, live one day at a time, one after the next, make merry, make money, and pray that you do not find what you crave because it is that very craving that keeps you alive and striving to pulse from one heartbeat to the next.