Hope over Fear

Yesterday a great man stood on a hill, in front of the world, he stood there in depths of winter, whiteness surrounding him, he stood there, like the light that flashes in depths of darkness, he stood there and he said, these simple but incredible words...
Yesterday, the world was reborn, like everyday, only this time around under a new light.
Yesterday, hope triumphed over a besieging fear, a fear that was everywhere on every street, in everyone's mouth, in everyone's mind,and yet yesterday a new light came...

For too long we have stood here in indifference, scared to make a stand, scared to our rightfully rights, since the arrival of Georges W Bush , it was as if America, a nation of so many ideals, a nations of so many beliefs had just faded away, and like accepted it's "faith", as if America's decline was unstoppable, unbeatable, and that the best thing we had to do, was to wash our hands and walk away. And in the end it was probably the easiest thing to do...
Since my youngest age I was always had that sensation that history, belonged to the past, and that no one was making any more in these days, That those great values that make this world such an amazing one where lost forever, and that the future was just a banal word...

Yes before I was like you, many of you, a pessimist, that believed that history, that society was just the grouping of all these human errors, and that ache and everyone of our actions already known to someone, was already programmed by something...
I had no faith, I guess it was the easy way, the fast way, the majority's way, but for sure not the good way...

Yesterday on a "Hill" a man said these words "Hope over Fear" at first sight they may seem banal, and not very important words, but the truth is that these simple, banal words are the words that represent the best in us, that represent that good road, the road on which ride the believers, the men that believe that we can change this world, that we can fight and win, and that for sure never will we give up...
Those 3 words are the words, the motto of a whole thought, the idea that we are more then just simple men named "Niall or Fintan.... etc ", we are voices, we are the transmitters of ideas, we are builders, and changers, revolutionaries that have the power in our selfs to do what we want with this world... For too long, too long we had accepted to believe that there was some superior intelligence that, decided of the evolution of mankind, and that our acts where not of our will, our will had nothing to do with all of it. But in the end, we are the makers of our reality, and even if we all want to accuse this superior intelligence of all the darkness that surrounds us...
It's a hard thing to accept failure, it's a hard thought, the thought of responsibility even I do not know what profoundly it really means, but one thing I'm sure about is that we where or maybe even still are headed down the bad road.
A road of failure, a road on which we have or bring no really big expectation or hope, the time has come to change roads, the time has come to for once in this worlds life, for once in humanity's life walk the steeps we should of walked a long time ago, walk the steeps we promised to walk, scores ago...

For too long, too long, we have accepted just to be an illusion, an appearance of what actually we should be, because that was how it was when we still walked the down the easy road. But something shifted some days ago I felt, I promise you.... Something, somehow happened, we're not on the old road anymore, we feel no fear now, between us, we felt no more cold, because now we know now that "Yes we Can" that there's not real wall that stands between us, there's no real difference between us, nothing that "Math' proves understand? anything that's put in front of us we can surmount, probably the only thing we must really surpass is probably, is this hate, that exists between us. So this is my motto "Hope over Fear" because now there's no going back the time is upon us, the time of hope, and you know why?
Because once a hill was covered in white, no black could even get close to that secrete hill, and today that hill, that house on the top of the hill is black, so now tell me whats impossible.
My Grandmother that lived in San Francisco and had seen times of hope die in rivers of blood, she told me just sometime ago before she died, that I would see, I would see that light that she fought, she told me watch that man take the hill and now never give up on that believe that anything any "damn" thing is possible...

So this post goes out to my grandmother, to my grandfather, because they never got the opportunity to see that great day, but they always knew, they always believed in "Hope over Fear" they believed that no matter what, one day hope would prevail, and now it's my turn to believe, to believe that "yes" if we unite nothing is impossible, so call me a dreamer all ll say is thank you because I am...

Tonight I'm going to walk to the top of that hill to let my Grandmother's ashes rest there for the eternity.

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