Relief.
No matter how much hope a person holds when longing for something, it remains only that—hope. There are no defined paths, the outcome is uncertain, and there is always the feeling that the frantic search will ultimately lead to nothing.
During the journey to Calabria, so brief and yet so unbearably long, I battled myself over what I truly expected to find when everything I had witnessed since my father’s death had been nothing but chaos.
But now, when I hear her bold, steady voice spitting fire, threatening to die before ever surrendering, I remember that at the bottom of the box of chaos lived the goddess of hope.
Chaos and hope always walk hand in hand.
It is impossible to separate them, perfect knots that they are.[108]
Hope remains even when everything collapses.
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