Letting a Flame of Hope Burn

Letting a flame of hope burn means bringing light to that obscure dream falling apart; can something of exceptional value be built from the ashes that have burnt? Can we fix a broken vase with glue and think it is as good as new? All these assumptions have a specific clue: when choices are many, not few! Is a mile an actual mile, or an approximate length defined by space? Is our perception as lucid as a mirror in which we see those traits with a flair? Do all of our virtues reflect honor or disgrace? Are our tempers good-natured or vile? Letting a flame of hope burn gives a new shape to an abandoned dream thought to be as vain as ambition not felt more than a beating heartbeat, or awaiting a miracle to happen in the midst of troubling times that gleam on gruesome faces of anger and defeat... when trust is spurned in taciturn scorn! Is imagining a life abundant with deserved joys contrary to the orthodox creed one must spend it in solemn prayers? Is sacrifice a duty or a choice determining one's destiny: whether our prospective is victorious or fails expectations?