Maybe

Joy often seems to follow despair. I don't know why that is.

Maybe it's because once you give up everything, even hope, there is more space and even less resistance for something new to seep in.

And seeping in, if it is not destroyed by the status quo, it might grow.

And growing, it might turn out to be strong and good and maybe even beautiful.

I think believing  that is what has always kept me going.