There's always Hope

Hope, they say is a magic potion, but where is hope? There is always a change in perspective when you lose something. But what happens when you constantly lose things, what happens when you lose things that could’ve been bigger, what happens when you lose things that were never yours in the first place, what happens when you perpetually lose yourself. Do you lose hope along with it too or hope that this profound yet invisible hope will bring you better than what’s lost ? Tell me what sort of madness do we live in.