Compassion

Perhaps true peace begins not in the world, but in the individual willing to stop fighting - even for just one breath - and see the other not as an enemy, but as a mirror.

To want someone or something is beautiful. It’s human. It’s desire, creation, love. But to need it for your self-worth, identity, or belonging - that is where we falter... When we can discern our wants from our needs, we stop projecting our emptiness onto others. We stop blaming them for not being enough. We start becoming enough for ourselves.

To let go is to embrace all that comes from loving deeply. And in that surrender - in that movement through evolution - there is strength, there is hope, and there is the unending rhythm of life itself, always calling us to keep moving forward.

We will not always agree. Nor should we. Diversity of thought and being is part of the beauty - and the ache - of being human. But what we can do is make space within our quiet mornings to feel the weight of our shared humanity. To allow collective grief, regret, guilt, and sorrow to flow through us rather than calcify within us.