Now that’s an interesting question. I don’t often get excited about “things” the way most people mean it, new gadgets, a holiday, or whatever is trending. What gets my blood moving is seeing people slowly come to life. Really wake up. People asking questions, even the uncomfortable ones: Why is the world the way it is? Who decided what’s normal? Why do we all go along with this madness?
Take COVID, for example. Back then, most people simply followed orders, masked up, stayed in line, and clapped when they were instructed to clap. No questions asked. Now, years later, I hear those same people quietly admitting, Wait… did that really make sense? That cracks me up, but it also excites me, because it means even the deepest sleepers aren’t sleeping as soundly anymore.
And yes, it frustrates me too. I still see the insanity all around, the distractions, the lies people swallow without chewing. But I also see sparks. A pause before compliance. A raised eyebrow where before there was blind acceptance. And that tiny shift is enough to give me hope.
So maybe the last thing I got excited about wasn’t a “thing” at all, it was humanity itself, slowly, stubbornly, confused but curious, finally cracking open its eyes.
Mae 🧡
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