Moments of Awe

You know those moments when your heart gets whelmed (not overwhelmed or underwhelmed, but just whelmed) with flurries of hope after you see something that reminds you that there is good in this world without corruption, there is such a thing as selflessness without a consequential Fall into "evil"
I just had one of those moments.
This isn't the first time it's happened. I can name several. When I put down Looking For Alaska by John Green during the Winter Break of 2010 and just stared at the cover in silence, thinking that this book has changed me. A year later, when I finished the head-long emotional rollar coaster of reading The Fault In Our Stars two weeks before anybody else, and feeling overwhelmed with the sheer beauty and wonderfulness of the book. There are others from earlier times, from finishing Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood to closing the last page of the second-to-last book in the Saga of Darren Shan series. And now.
Anyways, I was porcrostinating on my essay, and then doing what I do best, I went on Tumblr.
And found this.
If anyone ever asks me "What do you want to do with your writing?" or hell, even my life, I'll tell them "This."
That small comic gave me hope, more hope than any six page essay I've read in the last two months. It gave me real, genuine hope about goodness, how it's possible to do good in this world without succumbing to life's tragedies and still remaining one's self, still going good.
I like that reminder.
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In Spanish today, Senora asked us to talk to our buddies about "Do you remember a moment when you had lots of hope?" My partner didn't really answer, and asked Senora to clarify the question. By that time, class had begun and we moved on from the warm up.
I guess I have hope now. Not tons of it, but for once I don't feel wrong in feeling good about something, without having to fear that what I'm thinking is wrong or selfish or silly.
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Malala, as depicted in the comic, had a diary. In it, she wrote about how her mother enjoyed Malala's penname over her real one. Malala agreed, saying "I also like the name because my real name means 'grief stricken'."
I might be a sentimentalist, but now I liken it to hero.