We do not crave for truth, as much we do for hope. Even though it may be illusive. People who prefer truth to hope are saintly, but those who see hope above it are bravehearts, who raise a new hope in their hearts every time they lose a battle.
Hope is above reality, truth is seething beneath it.
Hope sees life in a myriad of colours, whereas truth is determined to see it in black and white.
But the truth is that sometimes, one ray of hope is all we need, to believe that despite all present odds, everything will be alright.
That hope may fade off the very next moment, but after all, it was hope that led us to that moment.