Can we truly make a difference? We’re just ordinary people, trying to live our lives, trying and failing at things every day, making plans, making a small impact wherever we go, only just keeping our heads above water.
And then all around us we hear and see and witness wave after wave of hatred, fear, abuse, separation and control; and the constant onslaught of worry, poverty, war, insults, boredom, lies, theft, terrorism, death, destruction and disease makes life feel pretty unbearable at times.
So, seriously, what’s the point? Why bother? How can we even expect to make any kind of difference? Things in the world are too far gone and it seems there’s nowhere to go but down.
All of these feelings are totally valid, and many of us sensitive souls and empaths feel these things keenly. It is so tempting to give in, to succumb to the all-encompassing shroud of despair that seems to loom over us every minute of the day and night.
We continually hear of stories from people who have suffered, more than most of us will ever experience; people who have stared into the abyss, children who were abused, hurt, scarred inside and out. Hurt children who grew into hurt adults, who continued to carry the burden of pain and are unable to shake themselves free. And who is there to help? Who is pain-free to be there for all the hurting people? Aren’t we all going through our own private wars, our own nightmarish saga, whether large or small, real or imagined? Who has that space left in their heart to truly care? What can you do? What can I do? No-one can wave a magic wand and take it all away. It doesn’t work like that in real life…
I get it. It hurts like f*ck. But we are strong.
After watching the news this morning (I know, what did I expect to find other than bad news!), I decided again that even though I may go through my own pain at times, I have room in my heart for love. I have dedicated my heart to helping people feel better. I have space inside to hold others in their pain. I have a need to hold space for others so they can in turn feel strong enough to hold yet others still. I believe we all have that capability to love each other even through our own suffering. And each time my courage fails or I feel that there is no point anymore, I will decide again to love. And again.
My work is my vehicle to being able to manifest this love. By offering healing for those who seek it, I am able to heal a part of myself also. I learn again and again that we heal by loving others. We spread love by being kind and doing the best we can do for others from where we are with what we have. We don’t have to have it all sorted out in our own lives. We make a difference by making small gestures of kindness, giving sincere compliments to people, helping someone carry their bags, smiling at people we pass in the street, just listening to someone so they feel heard, choosing to be calm with those much younger and much older than us, making a cuppa for a loved one, or giving something to those who have little to nothing.
What’s your vehicle for love? How can you heal today? We’re all a little bit broken, but we can all make a difference to someone, in a small way. All the small things make a big ripple of love, which becomes a wave of love which becomes a tsunami of love.
And I know you can swim.
Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world.
All things break. And all things can be mended.
Not with time, as they say, but with intention.
So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally.
The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you.
L. R. Knost