As I sit outside, the wind is blowing by, creating a breeze on my face and peace in my mind. It is the most peaceful time I have encountered in awhile. There is so much going on in our world, country, state, city, and neighborhoods. So much pain, unrest, and sadness. I have not felt able to truly sit and focus on things like writing for this blog. It is an effort as I write these words.

I would call myself a realist, although I understand that is often what pessimists say. I really do try to look for the good, in both people and situations. I’m forcing myself to see the good that has come from my efforts and so many across the world. There are changes being made, progress perhaps. I worry that it will not be persistent. Several years from now, will people remember what this was about and will those changes remain? Will there be further progress? Will we actually see a major difference in the rights, opportunities, and quality of life of those who have not felt so in hundreds of years?

This fight has been battled over centuries, how much longer does it need to last? Until things are right and just. Not just right and just according to those with the upper-hand, but right and just for everyone.