In a time like this, with political unrest and in a pivotal turn of events, the world as we know it has changed. There are talks of climate problems, higher prices in common items, shortage in supplies and worst of all, the suffering and the destitution of innocence. What more can we do?

Overwhelmed by our own trials and carrying our own loads, how can we bear more or even the weight of those around us? Will we collapse from the burden of our own lives or will we be crushed by the guilt of the inability to help others?

Will the world change enough where our shame is so far hidden that we become proud of our own insecurities and embrace the flaws that once held us back from being human? Where are we headed? As the ship heads towards disaster, will we jump off before then, will we warn others or will we brave the storm in silence hoping that “this too, shall pass”?

How long will we wait to “be the change,” a responsibility that remains vacant for the majority?

There is hope for humanity.

But the hope does not depend on our own skills, resources, abilities, and or position. Hope does not depend on circumstances to work. Hope is a state of mind, a perception even. It’s a gift that when everything around us is hopeless, we can still have it, show it and even share it.

We’re here for a reason, but we’re not reasonable. We’re here for a purpose, but we go through life without knowing what that purpose is. Maybe it’s time to look up and see where true hope comes.