Perhaps

Perhaps there is no magic left.
Perhaps the world is all flat mundanity punctuated by sharp cruelties.
Perhaps tomorrow holds no surprises only banality and heartbreak.
But perhaps not.
Perhaps there is pleasure in the cool night breeze.
Perhaps there is joy in a shared meal and good conversation.
Perhaps art and literature hold the power to enliven us.
Perhaps stories can impart that delicious shivering chill that ignites us.
Perhaps romance stirs up boldness and generosity.
Perhaps the love of friends and family can provide a deep and unwavering sense of belonging.
Perhaps kindness, however small or inconsequential, is every where around us were we to but look.
Perhaps we are not alone. Despite the pain, despite the bore. Perhaps we are part of some universally connected life force called humanity which we can find solace in and courage from because despite the ugliness of the world there is much more beauty and valor and compassion if we can only hold on to it. Perhaps hope is not something to be inspired in us but something that is preexisting that we must nurture and cultivate and share.
Perhaps.