I woke up with a broken heart today. I feel sick to my stomach when I am made aware of what humans are capable of. I have posted a lot about this event today and I typically stay quiet about most worldly events.
My focus always remains on the inner because I know that absolutely everything else flows (and grows) from that. I see nothing but mirrors around me. Nothing but an extension of the many aspects of my own nature and when I see what's broken "out there", I do whatever I can to put things back together in my own corner of the world before naively assuming I can change something external that I'm not yet willing to address internally.
But today I can't help but express because expressing has always been my sole way of understanding myself and the world.
And right now I feel so disoriented and disheartened. It's not because the Paris attacks are more horrific than the overwhelming tragedies that have come before, it's that my soul cannot even fathom how such a thing could even happen in the first place. I'm not, nor will I ever be, immune to this insanity. Not this time, not last time, not next time, not any time.
It breaks my heart.
I know that self-healing and self-awareness and self-expression is the greatest gift I can personally offer a world that is broken. That is how I spread my light.
How can you spread yours?
We each have a responsibility to do what we can to make this world a better place.
I dedicate Rupi Kaur's beautiful tribute to every soul around the world - past, present and future - whose life has been or will be taken senselessly.
I know it will never actually end. But I will do my part each day to make my little corner of the world beautiful.
I love you all and I'm so grateful you're safe.
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