Every day, every minute, every second, every where you look, there will be someone there to push you down. Someone looking to make your life a living hell and screw up what could have been the best day of your life. In middle school and high school every thing that happens to you is such a big deal. She called you ugly, he called you stupid, they laughed at you when you tripped down the stairs. No one had the balls enough to be a decent person and help you. Your world seems to be crashing down around you, and all you can do is sit there and watch it come down, brick by bloody brick. You think you have no one to turn to.
But that is not true. For every five people that hurt you, there is surely to be at least one friendly face in the crowd. Some one who has been there and understands the pain of those days. Someone who wants to help you. Some one to put there hand out and catch you when you fall. But you have to be able to trust enough to reach out. You have to put yourself out there and make an effort to save yourself.
You can look left and right and see ignorant people. Not those people who do stupid things, but the ones who could do something if they actually applied themselves; but they are too high and mighty or too lazy to actually do it.
You can look at those people and think in your mind, "five years from now, when I am graduated, they could still be here." Or "They are going to be some miserable adults someday, in prison, with eight kids that they can't even take care of. On drugs and doped out on stupid."
While you are out there, pursuing your dreams, doing what you want, smiling because you made it big. And even if you don't make it big to everyone, you made it big for yourself. You made it through the years that so many people give up in.
There are so many out there that believe hope is just an illusion, something someone cooked up to keep people silent or happy. Something to toy with people. But if you believe in actual hope, in something that can get you through the bad times, then you can do it. You can live. You can smile. You can survive and go on to tell your grand children about all of your good stories.
Because the good times, even if its just a genuine smile, always out weigh the bad.
Don't give up.