Follow your (he)art!

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The picture looks to be about two friends chatting on what looks like just an every day metro ride in Paris. To be honest, I made it look that way simply because the man sitting next to them intrigued me…

So much so that when I saw him getting his camera out I walked up to him. I wanted to hear his story, I wanted to know what pulled me towards him, and the only way to make that happen was by listening to what he wanted to share with a stranger.

Much to my surprise the conversation went from 0 to a 100 in minutes.

He told me about following his heart, about being true to himself in his photography career, even though that made him lose out sometimes. But nothing was more important to him that being true to himself.

Boom!

I no longer had to wonder what that pull was that I had felt.  I simply needed to hear this man’s story, because following my heart, being true to myself and being afraid of losing out (not just money) are all things I have been struggling with over the years.

He was there to hold up the mirror of my life!

Hope

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Yesterday, in an after the elections discussion, someone told me that the USA is still the greatest country in the world and that it will continue to provide hope to the world. Being a European I questioned the person, as I would any other person claiming such importance for their country, but the guy insisted that this was the truth.

“Delusional” came to mind, but also me wondering: Where does our hope come from?

Tell me: What gives you hope? What makes you believe something is possible/will get better? What makes that the little light in your heart keeps burning?