I Still Believe in Us
I Still Believe in Us
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Even after everything… I still believe in us.
In people. In the possibility of healing. In the holiness of community.
I love humanity — and not in some fluffy, distant, “let’s all hold hands and pretend” kind of way.
I love humanity because I see it.
I see how people break and still show up.
How we grieve and still laugh.
How we carry trauma in our bones and still manage to cook dinner, raise babies, and whisper encouragement to strangers.
That kind of love — that kind of survival — it moves me.
I don’t love humanity because it’s easy.
I love humanity because it’s honest.
Messy. Beautiful. Conflicted. Resilient. Tender.
And worth fighting for.
I love us — the cycle-breakers, the storytellers, the caregivers, the question-askers.
I love the way we show up in protests and prayer circles.
The way we create beauty in the ruins.
The way we keep singing, keep dreaming, keep building — even when the world tells us to harden or give up.
I believe we are capable of more.
More healing.
More compassion.
More accountability rooted in love, not shame.
More collective rising that doesn’t leave the most vulnerable behind.
I know the news will try to convince me otherwise.
I know history has receipts.
But I also know what I’ve seen:
A boy giving up his seat.
A mother braiding her daughter’s hair while fighting stage 4 cancer.
A stranger sending groceries.
A community showing up at a funeral and a birthday in the same weekend.
I know love lives here. Still.
So yes, I love humanity.
Even when I’m heartbroken.
Even when I’m tired.
Even when I’ve been disappointed — I still choose love. Because choosing love is choosing life.
And this isn’t just poetic for me.
It’s practical.
It’s political.
It’s spiritual.
It’s legacy.
I love humanity because I come from people who survived what should’ve destroyed them — and still passed down joy.
I love humanity because I believe in restoration — not just resistance.
Because every day I care for my husband and raise my sons and build The Sweet Between, I am choosing love as strategy, not just sentiment.
I still believe in us.
And I always will.
With heart wide open,
Maya
