An Open Mind

It was a beautiful tableau.
Each of them with their mirrors reflecting the lights onto our faces.

It was a beautiful message too.

Hope in the form of words and ourselves through the darkness. Light in the darkness.

Goosebumps. There were a lot of goosebumps while I was watching.

There are, in this world so shrouded in dark thoughts and hopelessness, some moments of pure clarity, beauty, truth. Moments often ignored as they are often small, simple acts. Or overlooked as the ones meant to be viewing are too concerned with matters more important to them that are, in the scheme of things, not important at all.

I catch them sometimes.

It's those moments that make it seem like there is a chance that we can pull this world out of the deep hole we've dug it into.

The good is not just the exception. Does not have to be just the exception. People aren't all bad.
Notice the moments of innocence. Or honesty. Of love. Of hope.
A child's smile. The crossed fingers subtle after a big pitch. The eyes on a man without money who you've provided dinner for. A reunion of lovers and friends. The peace and resolution after a conflict. The feel of sunshine, the smell of a flower. Holding the hand of someone you love. The surprise visits and unexpected phone calls. The feeling promises kept, feelings returned, a job well done, a hug after a long day.


I have hope.
Someday.
Maybe. The exception can become the rule.