Zero the Hero

I know a man called Zero... he says he wants nothing and everything. As much as I know him, he seems to be getting nothing more than anything these days.

He's always been restless, but now his restlessness grows more than ever. I sense a purpose as much as I sense floundering. I sense fear, as much as I sense defiance.

Waver not my friend, as this too shall pass. For in the ashes of a forest fire, sprout the seeds of hope. Seeds that bloom with the first sprinkle of monsoon. The monsoon may be late, sometimes by a few years even. But it does come. It shall come for you too and that I can promise.

Waver not my friend, though you may still be Zero. Yet you are my Hero.