Dreams, Hope in Collective Perspective.

Oh my God….

You know, this moment in time is really just so incredible. And I’m still not even quite finished wrapping my head around it. I watched the election coverage with my little sister and we both were too scared to smile or celebrate when we saw the numbers continue to come in, because we didn’t want to cheer to early and then something happens.

Honestly, this was the fist time I ever saw my little sister pay attention to anything. And all I could do is look at her face and then look at the t.v. screen and just pray. I felt like maybe I should have held her hand or something, but I was in my seat and she was sitting in hers. And even though we didn’t say much, I’d steal glances at her or she’d look at me and I can see the same question in her eyes, " is this really going to happen ?"

I know there must have been people sitting just like we were sitting, focused on what could possibly be history in the making and just absorbing the moment. I know there must have been people out there whose hearts were beating a hopeful song, whose eyes were probably shining with tears, or just the energy of people miles away who felt the same passion they felt.

You see, because we all need something to keep us going. We all need a dream. There are moments when everything that kept you going before is just shattered. And all you can do is look at the pieces and wonder what parts to still salvage and which to finally let go? It’s those moments where you honestly feel as if there’s nothing left for you. But I say, if you can dream, if you can hope, then you have something to hold on to.

…When Barack Obama was named President- Elect, my sister jumped around, screaming and cheering and I cried because..well, I’m not much of a jumper or screamer. But we both felt the same thing, like this was a dream, only we were really in it and could touch and can talk about it and be understood. And it made me see that maybe I shouldn’t give up, not today, not ever.

There are people, from all walks of life, all races all ethnicities, religions etc, that have held on to a dream that others had no faith in. I know I hold on to my own secret dream and it’s as much a part of me as my skin. There have been times where my own mother has told me to give up, stop trying and be like her, work where she works and let that be enough. But I see how unhappy she is, how the people at work couldn’t give a damn about her well-being and how resentful it has made her, and I know that giving up would be settling for the misery that my mother has taken as her life. I couldn’t do it. And it’s not something I would wish for anybody. Not even her.

There is power in hope. I used to think that it was just something you kept to yourself, but I realize now that its power lies in the universal. We are all creatures of a greater consciousness in some respect, and we were all given the ability to dream and to hope so why keep it to yourself?

I say to you, any of you that if you have dreams, wear it as close to you as your skin, don’t give up on it. There is power in dreams and power in hope. And when we understand it, and realize that hope is a collective energy, a collective idea, you change the world. This planet is not just grass and water, it’s energy, this great undercurrent of power that we can feel if we let ourselves feel it. Keep your dreams within, but shine the positivity it brings outward. That’s what I think.

I want to end this ramble with one of my favorite poems that in a way to me, describes what has happened in this election. It’s by Langston Hughes, and it’s called “I Too Sing America”

“I, Too, Sing America
by Langston Hughes”

_I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.

Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America_.

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