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At the beginning of this week, I was stumped.

The issue? I had no idea how I was going to close my passion blog. There are so many words, so many phrases, so many life experiences that to chose one to be the most important, the most meaningful seemed impossible. All around me I saw opportunities.

Happiness.

Friendship.

Confusion.

Inspiration

I even considered revisiting some of my favorites, such as Love. As soon as I wrote down an idea for one, I would get a new inspiration and go on a different word voyage. One hour I would be drowning and then the next my mind would be desert dry.

After the bombing in Boston, my words changed. I was angry, and my words were angry. Just like after every senseless display of violence that I had witnessed, whether it be personally or via the news, I was emotionally drained and in turmoil. How could we live in world where, against the most beautiful of backdrops… an elementary school filled with inquisitive little angels or hundreds of people running together to accomplish a nearly superhuman goal…. there could be such black, violent hatred.

And I didn’t care about my words anymore, because I was sad. My friends were sad. The world was sad. There are no words that can describe the taking of an innocent life, and there are no words that can undo it either. And I was sitting in Pollock Commons, feeling sad, watching a news channel when one of the anchors mentioned the people who helped/were helping at the scene. Those who ran into the smoke, or to the hospital to donate blood. The people who joined massive spreadsheets to offer their homes to stranded runners when the city was shut down, the people who used their shirts as tourniquets.

And then I was filled up, very quickly and really fully. Cliche yes, but also real.

I had Hope.

Hope that maybe, just maybe, as people, we will be able to overcome evil. Hope that we can love and live even in the face of disaster. Hope that, while Boston’s face might be stained with tears, her face will wrinkle once again with a smile. Hope that despite the few loud, angry, monsters in this world there are thousands and thousands and thousands, quieter, expecting no recognition, angels working together to lift up the world when she is kicked down.

Look all around us.

There is so much beauty and kindness. In the friend that offers to buy you a coffee when you have no meal points but really need a pick-me-up, or the stranger that compliments your new red jacket, or the teacher who gives you an extension when you don’t feel good. It is the smile of an old greek woman when she asks you to kiss her son for her since he is studying in America, or the Starbucks boy who tells you to “have a beautiful day beautiful girl.” Look at the way your mom makes your favorite meal for you when you come home for school, or how your little brother lets you pick the movie even when the last thing he wants to watch is Pitch Perfect.

People are good.

In all, people are decent, and kind. Yes, there is ugly and sometimes it feels like our world’s canvas is stained by the violence these people bring. But even amongst these times, even when the canvas seems black, there is alway a speck, a dot, a splatter of color to remind us of goodness. To give us Hope.

So that is what I leave you with. Hope. Hope that each of you, and that I, will find a way to add a little light into this world. Hope that we will become some of the people creating color. Hope that with our contributions, no matter how big or small, the world will find her footing whenever she is knocked down.

And most of all, I Hope you never lose Hope.


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