03/03/2026
During uncertain times like this, when it feels like the whole world is holding its breath, when large parts of the world are bleeding, and the energy of the planet feels in flux, I keep finding myself asking the same questions.
What can I do to help?
What can I do to feel less helpless?
What can I do to reduce suffering?
What can I do to spread more compassion and love?
What can I do so I don’t add to the noise?
And I know this is a privileged place to be asking these questions from. To be sitting in safety and comfort, with the space to reflect, while others are living inside the reality of fear and loss. I acknowledge that. I’m grateful for it.
And that made this question even sharper for me - How do I use this privilege to make a difference?
The more I sat with it, the more it brought a barrage of emotions with it. Anger. Frustration. Helplessness. Fear. Grief. Confusion. The deeper I went, the heavier it got.
And somewhere along the way, I realised how many layers exist beneath what we see.
Our biases.
The stories we were fed, and the stories we continue to consume.
The news we wake up to.
The people we choose to follow.
How quickly the mind looks for someone to blame.
How quickly it also looks for someone to “win.”
Uncertainty feels alien.
Control feels familiar.
Even when it comes at a cost.
And then I gave myself permission to accept something that was hard to accept.
Maybe I will never understand the complexity fully.
Maybe I don’t even need to.
Maybe all I can do, today, is offer a prayer.
A prayer to heal and be healed.
A prayer to the ones who came before us, and the ones who will come after us.
A prayer to the oppressor and the oppressed.
A prayer not divided by religion or country.
A prayer that unites.
A prayer that is heard in whatever language each of us understands best.
A prayer that speaks to the most human parts inside us.
