HOPE

2020..

Let’s take a deep breath and think about that for 3 seconds…

Think about the struggles we endured, yet they mold us to be more matured.

Think about how we were trapped by loneliness, yet self-content we found in solitude.

Think about the number of lives lost, yet many more we cherished, treasured, and crossed.

Think about the relationships we fought to fix with logic, yet we somehow managed to weave with love and compassion.

Think about the weight we gained, yet the guilty joy we got from eating what we wanted, and the comfort from snuggling in pajamas day and night.

Think about how deprived we yearned for touch, yet how one “I Love You” phone call lifted us up on those darkest days.

Think about the sacrifices we made and the small part we played for the greater good of humanity, and a simple selfless act is a true heroic one of courage and valor.

Think about the life milestones we missed.. weddings, baby showers, graduation, travels, career opportunities, coming out of the closet, funerals.. yet how we came to appreciate the tiny pleasures in life we had always overlooked.. Home-cooked dinner with loved ones, a simple hug, a handshake of gratitude, a sloppy kiss, a passionate communion.

Think about how we always tried to look for the silver linings, yet we saw no sunrise on the horizon, but we kept clinging onto an eclipsed glimmer of the moon, rainbows, end of nightmares, unicorns, and miracles.

Think about the global outcry calling for racial equality we sparked, and the continuous uphill battle against hate crime we try to print our mark.

Think about how we wrongfully projectiled our anger toward innocence, demanding an answer when this crossroad would end, yet it was always a dead end. And instead, we consoled through music, words, and poetry.

We tried to zig our ways, yet the world zagged against us. We thought our lives have become a silent chaotic orchestra with no conductor, randomly moving yet static, aimlessly expressing yet muted. But our lives are a big New York broadway musical, and 2020 is the part where the underdog is about to emerge victorious against their bullies, and a standing ovation is sure to follow.

We might have felt like a sinking titanic with all its past glory, or a rising ghost ship in Bermuda, but the season of renaissance and the awakening of our cities are on the horizon. Revived from a long cold hibernation, almost ready to breathe fire once more.

The most important of all is that we are still here.

The past is not forgotten, the future will be celebrated.

Hope comes from believing that something out there can never be lost.

We might be solitary, but we are parts of a collective being.

It has been a dark tunnel in our ride, and there will be more.

But as long as there’s hope, then light will always find its way.

Life finds a way.

It’s always darkest right before dawn. 

But every dawn will break, and the grass will gleam once again.

So wait for the light.

Wait for the light.