2015 was a rough year. The world teased us with a dish and dash of hope and despair, making us question whether and if there is any light at all in such a dark and tumultuous place. If we only paid attention to all the noise, all the crises, despair, and misery, I don’t think many of us could hope to find any light.
Good thing is that we are made up of more than just darkness, thanks to the daily doings of beings dedicated to rising our world above our expectations. Random acts of kindness which hush a symphonies of pain, moments of compassion which inspire millions to sit and watch in awe, embraces between strangers which bridge entire gaps between cultures and generations, an open hand stretched forth to those in need can echo throughout humanity. All these things we witness, all these things we do and they make us feel connected, filled with purpose, glad and happy to just be, and share, and laugh and cry for joy.
Over the course of last year I found myself thinking more and more, why I would feel such strong emotions whenever I witnessed these acts of kindness. Whenever a video depicting one of these acts, or one where compassion between people was shown, or even demonstrations of love and understanding in the animal kingdom, or whenever people would join together to do extraordinary things to help others in dire need, whenever people set aside their drive to consume less and contribute more, there are many moments that almost drove me to tears, some made me weep for the simple beauty I was witnessing.
So I found myself thinking, why do I feel this way? And today I think I realized why: these acts, these works, these endeavours are a reminder that I am not the only optimist out there. Doesn’t mean we ignore reality, it just means that we ignore all the dark, that we do our most to deafen it with our unrelenting hope that we can live in a brighter, fairer, more peaceful and more loving world.
I wasn’t always like this, a fact that is made clear by past posts. But I know many of you have also undergone this transition, finally finding peace within yourselves, finally reaching a place where you can act and do out of love and compassion, out of hope that others will cross the canyon and reach up towards the light.
So to all of you fellow dreamers, I dedicate the year of 2015, because without you it would have easily been one of the worst years in recent memory. And to you all I dedicate 2016, let your work know no limits, your hope know no bounds. And to those who pulled me from the dark and into the light: thank you.