In that moment it appeared to me that everything is beautiful in time. The mere fact that Dr. King was murdered was a heinous and ugly act, however, now I stood in a remarkable state of euphoria feeling connected to a king I had never met.
As I write these words, I begin to imagine how many times I faced the ugliness of this society only to see that there was beauty existing on the other end of the despair.
This is not just in loss of a loved one, or a breakup but also with injustices. I’m wondering if Katrina victims, or victims of police brutality, or victims of the Holocaust or even those who are living in despair or poverty can see that on the other end of their experience lies some form of beauty, even if it’s just through the impact that it had on others in a positive sense of sharing their pain.