I think we can all agree that 2020 was something else but in spite of everything, I feel like good things are still on the horizon.
Maybe it's the optimist in me? Maybe it's simply being hopeful. It could be a combination of both but the fact is I feel it. 2020 was a dark culmination of an even darker last half of the 2010's. In my comment sections and in real life, I sense a lingering sense of hope in the air. Everyone remains scared of acknowledging it out of fear of "jinxing" the moment, but it's there. Just waiting for the right time to come into people's hearts.
Even as I write this while domestic terrorists storm the Capitol Building here in the USA.
I admit, it feels strange to write about hope during a time of disgrace and great sadness but for some reason, I don't feel as scared and beat down as I did one year ago. How could that be? It's just as terrifying! Why do I still feel such a sense of hope?
It's a question I know will be answered as time continues.
Life is just a series of chapters that we run through searching for the answers to plots unfinished.
So, if hope is truly in the air, where will we run to next?
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