This is very, very good. There is hope, and hope is the hope for a utopia, and utopias are not silly dream but goals. We hope, we set goals, we strive, we believe, we cheer, we lift our hearts. We look forward. We cuddle the dog.
It feels a little risky to hope right now, but I find myself doing it anyway.
This is not because I’m a particularly optimistic person—I’m not. In fact, I’ve often found comfort in the theory that, as we evolved as a species, pessimists may have been more likely to pass on their genetic material than optimists [*shrugs]. And I’ve often thought that, since the dawn of vaccines and the long absence of wars fought on U.S. soil, some people have forgotten how much we need a functional government and one another.
As our lives have changed in order to (we hope) slow the spread of the Coronavirus, I find myself hoping that our world, our lives, our society will be different for those who remain after… whatever and whenever “after” is.
Here are some of my hopes:
I hope we finally build the healthcare system that our country needs, and…
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