When 2020 finally ended, I thought I could breathe. I had imagined inhaling a fresh bout of air and filling my lungs with hope by putting aside the commiseration caused by the last twelve months in lieu of moving forward with the future. Yet, barely a week into 2021 and things seems to be just as dire as ever. How can we stop and lift our heads towards the horizon when its continuously obscured by the black smoke of hatred and ignorance with a never-seeming end? In many ways, I feel that we cannot.