I hope Jon Hillenbrand, September 26, 2008December 30, 2015 I hope the human world gets better but not at the expense of human greatness. I hope peace and happiness spring up like flowers from the seeds of democracy being sewn in the Middle East, but not at the expense of culture. I hope cynicism doesn’t take over America, but that it remains in my holster. I hope the media returns to their roots of reporting the news, not confusing accusation with proof. I hope fear will not rule the actions of others. I hope fear will not rule my actions. I hope comparisons will be fair in all venues, especially the mac/pc debate. I hope people will vote justly in this election. I hope race and sex will not count as qualifications to lead our country, and I hope those qualities don’t eclipse real qualifications. I hope irony will be recognized, not celebrated or reached for. I hope America returns to its roots, but not at the expense of progress already made. I hope songs will be written which inspire in every way, but not enough to severely corrupt my 2 year old niece. I hope greed will be taken out of the equations of the stock market, especially when it comes to my TDA. I hope togetherness and justice will be weighed equally in my family, especially at the dinner table. I hope people will stop pretending they are related to oppression or genocide and make their own achievements. I hope people stop forgetting about Afghanistan and start learning more about that. I hope those that give their life for a cause know what they are dying for. I hope a bridge is built between the angry and deaf and the informed and helpless. I hope skill and hard work are enough to make it in this world. I hope luck is still on my side. I hope I grow up a little. I hope to be at peace with my decisions of the past. I hope I make the right decisions in the future. Poetry photography
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