The Saddest Thing

The saddest thing in life is to see no possibilities. To think that you have run out of chances, that you have no where to go. The homeless sleeps somewhere; the hopeless has no place to rest. Condemned to run forever, to face a corner, a dead end. How do you tell someone, who sees nothing but bleakness, that there are possibilities? How do you tell someone, whose self-regard is so low that he rejects all attempts to reach out to him, that he is worth helping, simply for who he is? How do you talk to someone, whose esteem is so low, that he sees any difference in opinion or a criticism of his way of life, as a rejection of his person?