I like to think that the world has turned a page.
Or even opened an entirely new book.
I am hopeful.
But let's be honest.
Reality has a knack for crushing a man's dreams.
Human beings have achieved much in the last few thousand years.
Fire, the wheel, language, clothing, electricity, space exploration, genetics.
And because we've already done so much, I continue to hold out hope that we will do more. Much more.
Sure, it's easy to remain cynical. Especially when all we ever hear is bad news.
But bad things have always happened and will continue to happen.
Somehow we've managed to rise above and move beyond the horrors and the limitations of a corporeal existence.
I guess it's up to each of us to do the best we can.
Yes, we can help the poor.
Yes, we can eliminate hunger.
Yes, we can cure disease.
Yes, we can travel to the stars.
Yes, we can evolve.
Sure, having a black man in the white house may not amount to much in the end. But I'm hoping that it will at the very least be symbolic of something greater.
An era of rationality, love and hope.
I feel like the world is changing and for the first time I feel like it's changing in the right direction.