As the world seems to be falling apart on the other side of the planet, I can’t help but question humanity and our future.
How can people see lives as so disposable?
Why do those deemed more powerful choose murder over connection again and again?
How can everyday people continue on living life while tragedies continue to occur over and over?
Over the last three weeks, I have had so many questions and so little clarity. It is heavy and confusing and draining. And yet it is in no way comparable to living in fear and under threat, living with generations of trauma
As only one person, it feels too big to handle. The energies of grief, fear and despair only take a second to travel around the world, and I can feel them thick in the air. It feels like my questions are following me in thought bubbles that are held up by the density of those energies.
I write everyday because it allows me to voice what is at the surface. Once that is out of my head, I can dig in another layer deeper. My daily writing practice has been my greatest exploration of self and humanity. Sign up here to receive these thought nuggets in your inbox on the daily.