Sharp Words

Today I saw something that I never believed I’d see in my lifetime, and that my father never believed he’d see in his. Maybe the inauguration of President Obama didn’t change the world, but it changed my world. It challenged the scope of my vision and changed the shape of the future I would let myself imagine.

The word hope has been thrown around a lot over the last couple years–so much so that it sometimes feels trite–but what else do you call this feeling? What else do you call it when your cynicism is wiped away, and the perilous world suddenly seems full of possibility?

Hope. I think I’m hopeful.

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