Is it all worth it? We’re chasing a fantasy that we can never really achieve. Or at least I can’t see that we will achieve it. Sleepless nights, anxiety, stress. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. It seems like instinct to keep hoping that everything will get better, even if it seems like it never will. Waking up, going to bed. Over and over. Time feels unreal. Will the world ever change for the better? We are stuck in a pandemic that has cost thousands upon thousands of lives. The terrible values of the past cling onto us as we wait for the possibility of change. We see justice not being served every day. Many of us want to make an impact, but it seems like nothing ever happens. We scream for those in power to hear us, but we are drowned out by prejudice and hate

So what can we do? Everything seems so bleak and dreary. That’s when hope comes in. Hope has been the savior of humanity many times in the past, and as long as we cling onto it, it can never leave us. Hope is the spark of action, and action leads to revolution. We can make the world a better place if we so choose. Small actions every day will add up. No matter how insignificant our place is in this world, we can make our voices heard.

I don’t know if anything will change, but I learn to dismiss this thought. I acknowledge my concerns and keep going forward. Thankfully, hope can’t be destroyed. It can only be battered and bruised. So I keep fighting for change, even if no one can hear me. It’s all I can do.