Daring to Dream in Difficult Times

2017 was a difficult year for progressives. The United States slowly sunk into chaos and penned new policies that set freedom back decades. The refugee crisis escalated. The CO2 levels in the atmosphere showed no sign of slowing down, and, despite popular belief, the Paris Agreement is practically a nonfactor in many countries’ climate commitments. Preventable gun violence again made headlines. The Israeli-Palestinian conflict showed no signs of stopping. Bad news were plentiful. Millennials, including me, grew increasingly frustrated by the current political leadership that never represented our ideals.

In such challenging times, it’s difficult to keep hope alive. But there were sources of inspiration that we can draw from: The Women’s March in Washington DC, the #metoo movement, and the rescue efforts of all the natural disasters this year. In my weakest moments, I felt like giving up. For me, 2017 was a year to be forgotten. As we move into 2018, this is my main goal: to keep the dream alive, no matter how difficult the circumstances.

I dream of a world where humans recognize their greed and try to moderate their actions, and regulations help us fill the gap where we ourselves cannot. I dream of a world where wealth is evenly distributed; a world where politicians strive to redistribute the wealth instead of intensifying the inequality. I dream of a world where well-being is the main focus, not growth.

I dream of a world where we finally agree on an all-hands-on-deck approach to addressing climate change. We may be too late, but why not go down fighting?

I dream of a world where politicians on different sides of the aisle keep one another honest and bring back bipartisanship. I dream of a world where we put an end to gerrymandering and voter suppression. Take money out of politics.

I dream of a world where everyone is free to be who they are. Love is love. I dream of a world where everyone is afforded the basic human rights. Countries invest in their social safety nets, in education, and in healthcare.

I dream of a world where children are taught the true versions of history, and nations are honest about their past blunders. The education systems equip students with the ability to think critically, question authority and, most importantly, believe in their dreams.

That’s what I’ll try to do in 2018. I shall believe. I shall find my community. I shall fight for what matters. As unrealistic as some of these dreams may be, millennials are known for their stubborn enthusiasm for their causes. I have tremendous faith in my fellow millennials, many of whom are already out there redefining what is possible.

Just you wait, world.

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