I confessed my fear of disillusionment tonight to my father. It just feels as though it’s become increasingly difficult to stay upbeat amid the growing discord in our world.

He told me to fight it, and my intuition, my deepest of hearts assents. In these moments I reach down to find my stingiest resolve, which is where it lies inside of all of us until needed.

The world will not right itself if we bow to despair. There is much beauty, and it’s on us to see it, and to change the wounds that afflict us; we can do it.