12/02/2025
Beautiful words I may have spoken myself in another life.Thank you.
There are mornings when I wake
and feel the weight of the world leaning in—
a thousand sorrows, a thousand unmet needs,
each one whispering, Do something.
And for a moment, I am humbled
by how small my hands are
in a world that aches so endlessly.
I cannot mend every broken place.
I cannot lift every weary soul.
I cannot silence the storms
raging across nations or hearts.
And sometimes, that truth
settles heavy on my chest.
But here—right here
in the quiet circle of my own life—
I can choose to soften instead of close.
I can choose to hold my imperfections gently,
as one might cradle a trembling bird.
I can walk into the day heart first,
even if my courage wobbles at the edges.
If my love is not enough to heal the world,
then let me love anyway.
Let me speak truth with tenderness,
let me choose trust where fear once lived,
let compassion be the language
I offer to every soul I meet.
For one heart cannot end hunger.
One heart cannot halt the wars of humanity.
And in the face of such impossibility,
I have asked myself, Why try at all?
But today—
today something sacred calls me deeper:
to be outrageously, impossibly brave in love.
To open my heart like a lotus in winter,
aware of the frost,
and opening anyway.
To take love seriously.
To give it wildly.
To leap toward the world
with a kind of clumsy devotion—
tripping, rising, trying again—
believing that tenderness is still a force.
To feel the sting of indifference,
the cold slap of cruelty,
the echo of fear—
and refuse to close.
To love as if it matters—
as if each small act
tilts the earth a fraction toward the light.
To love as if the world depends on it.
Because maybe, in ways we’ll never see,
it does. 🙏✨
✍ With light, Mitra!
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