Recently, I had the opportunity to take part in the People’s Climate March in Washington D.C. Despite the early hour at which I was required to wake up, the four-hour bus rides to D.C. and back, and the (fittingly) sweltering temperatures for the day, I was still enthusiastic to join the March; to me, climate change has always been one of the most important issues facing humanity. Initially, however, I was skeptical – how was a march (wherein people ironically used an excess of paper to make signs) supposed to sway our politicians? Surely one march wouldn’t convince Donald Trump (who was happily holding a rally elsewhere in the country while we flooded D.C.) of the severity of climate change. How was one march supposed to legitimately reduce the effects of climate change? It all seemed pointless to me, initially. As I began to march with the crowds, though, it became clear to me that the point of the March was not to invoke sweeping political change. As I marched, I felt swayed by the intense emotion, confidence, and energy of the crowds. Soon, I realized that the point of the March was more to unite likeminded people, to make them feel powerful, and to reinvigorate hope. Sure enough, I felt powerful and hopeful once more. Later, I noticed that my favorite musician tweeted a photo/article relating the massive turnout for the March, to his one million followers. I then realized another purpose of the March, to not only reinvigorate us, but to reinvigorate hope in people all over the world.