This Is the Measure of My Faith in Humanity

That the world isn’t more loving still surprises me every day.

Each morning when I wake up, and I see that the evil of racism, the evil of poverty, and the evil of war still exist, I am disappointed. I am enraged. I know we are better than this. I have proof. There are people in my circle and beyond who are glowing examples of what it means to be loving, compassionate, and generous. They are antiracism, anti-poverty and anti-war. 

We all have different origin stories, but we have the same convergence story; we awakened to not just our need for one another but our desire for one another, and we would never settle for anything less than our love.

Of course, we need material things, but often the temporary high they provide comes with a hangover. In contrast, the experiences of loving, being forgiven, being loved, being believed in, and believing in are sources of priceless comfort, reassurance, and ecstasy.

We are not wrong to have high expectations of ourselves and all humankind.

To be disappointed with our performance, relying on racism, poverty and war is recognizing we can have more.