Stay human

Note to self

There’s a heaviness in the air that no headline can capture. What once felt like a distant sorrow now beats like a steady drum, echoing across every border. It hurts to watch the world come undone.

So we scroll past pain. We train ourselves to stay numb. But what we ignore doesn’t disappear. It gathers. It hollows something inside us. We begin to forget what it means to care.

Mother Teresa said, “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” That isn’t just a spiritual idea—it’s a diagnosis.

Peace doesn’t begin with a ceasefire or a summit. It begins when we remember who we are to one another. That there’s no them—only us. The further we drift from that, the easier it becomes to justify cruelty, to normalize suffering, to look away.

Stay human. Resist the pull of detachment. Carry some of the world’s sorrow—not because you can fix it all, but because you refuse to stop caring. That, too, is a kind of peace. One worth holding onto.

The world doesn’t need our despair. It needs our remembrance. It needs us to insist: we still belong to one another.