worth telling, no matter how despair calls at me to just simply let myself fall and be consumed by its inviting arms of rest and peace.

The show must go on, after all.

Well, in the end, I still hope despite it all. I hope that one day, I’ll be able to give performances so raw, so real that it breaks every wall I built. Hope has put me in this spotlight; without it, without that unwavering resilience, I wouldn’t be where I am. I’ll keep hoping there’s a story—

need of a distraction from a harsh world that constantly reminds them life isn’t easy.

prosper.

… I think about it a lot. Whether I do my part of spreading this hope. Are my acts truly resonating with an audience? The songs I sing calling out to them? Giving a broader perspective and understanding? Or am I selling them a lie. Profiting off of their naivety and banking on their—