Hope...

This weekend while catching up with a friend, I was telling him about the journey we were on this summer.

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Setting out to see what this country was made of. Truly. To see as many small places as we could amidst a worldwide pandemic.

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I told him some of the many highlights that we had experienced. So many incredible moments.

Stunning sunrises and sunsets.

Starry skies farther than my mind could ever comprehend.

Deafening silence.

Coyotes howling.

Apps used to find routing for planes flying overhead.

Disconnecting as much as possible.

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At the end of all of these stories, he asked me a question that I think a lot of us are pondering.

He asked, did you see anything… anything on your trip… in your time out in this country, that gave you hope?

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This was a far harder question than I imagined it would be. I had to truly think.

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Did pulling into a small town with trump flags all over, which meant we would be looked at as assholes or fools when masking up, give me hope…

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Has seeing one poor excuse for a leader and ever poorer excuse for a man bring out such ugliness and hatred in this country given me hope…

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Has seeing a “great” country politicize being a human and caring about the health and well being of others given me hope…

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Did hearing, during a constructive conversation with a friend on the opposite side of politics than myself, that recycling was a leftist liberal idea give me hope...

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I did not see hope on our journey. I did not see hope in the division that is so prevalent in this country.

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Every human I have spoken to on my podcast or caught up with recently, who has spoken of love and humanity being the answer. That gives me hope.

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Seeing thousands of beautiful humans dancing in the streets celebrating a sense of freedom. Freedom, even if for a moment, of oppressions and hatred that has been pushed onto them for who they love, or where they are from, or who they identify as. Oppression that has been made commonplace in our country.

That is hope.

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Knowing that 78 million humans came out in a pandemic to stand up together and vote against hatred and ignorance.

That is hope.

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An 11 year old on a zoom call with a teen group for climate change, speaking about how we need to take care of this planet so that humans do not have to live in an oxygen controlled bubble and buy oxygen to survive.

The fact that younger generations are thinking about science and how to make a change in this world for generations to come.

That is hope.

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Aleksandra Matsuk hanging up posters, in her Russian school in Estonia, of powerful women, to demand women be respected all of the time, not just one day a year. To only have women above here tear them down to silence her.

Then to meet a younger woman who went to the same school, who is now a women's rights activist, who saw the posters and the work Aleksandra did and it inspired her to become an activist.

THAT is hope.

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I find hope in the beauty of humans. I find hope in these stories of humans being truly human. Standing for what is right. Standing against humans mistreating other humans.

Inspiring hope in others, without even knowing that they are even being seen or heard.

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Stand with one another. Stand for one another. Learn about one another. Grow with one another.

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Hope to me, is knowing that there are still humans out there that hope for more beauty and love in this world.

Hope is inspiring. Hope is beautiful.

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Hope is a weapon...

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But to have hope we have to be hopeful.

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Be the human that fills other humans with hope.




Check out The Beautifully Human Podcast! For more stories of hope!

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