Be everything all at once, Sartaj. You are infinite.
Where there were wounds once, now there are scars. But all your scars will be loved. I promise.
"Silence in the face of fascism is treason". If you believe in India then #StandWithKashmir and demand communication to be restored today so Kashmiri voices can be heard. We need to listen long and hard, not act.
Pain destroys all existing momentum and instead creates future opportunity. Pain is a lagging indicator of the arrival of an environment where the fears of founders have been realized.
As I get older, I am trying to be more mindful of the luck I've encountered and privilege I've acquired over time. I know I was able to access opportunities and punch way above my weight because others saw something in me before I did.
Sometimes we wait all our lives for strangers to ask us questions so we can then finally answer them for ourselves.
On your best days, you are unstoppable, open-minded, loving, wise and fiercely kind. Stay this way.
C.S. Lewis once said, “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”
If and when there is a measure of my life and its worth, I wish to have given enough of myself away that my gifts would outlive me.
The woman already knew what I had just learned: we see the face of God every day through our children and the kindness of strangers.
When we see possibility; what could be and not what is or was we welcome gratitude into our lives.
I was not human enough for someone so I became a messenger for someone else instead.
Life is too short to make choices caring for others but in spite of ourselves.
I have found that with the right people this always holds true: when you love you win. So, find them and love harder today.
Will I make or do enough to be remembered often or at least occasionally? What about you? Isn’t this enough reason to share your gift with the world?
When you do, entertain doubt and ask yourself: What makes me, me? Is who I am now who I want to be? How much of who I will become depends on me? Why am I here?
I woke up to the sound of a woman’s scream followed by her uncontrollable sobs on Lufthansa LH 757 earlier today on my way to New York. Her husband was feeling very unwell and she was a mess.
I am home. This grief has led me to glory. And I am grateful. I am home. This grief has led me to glory. And I am grateful.
Longevity trumps resilience in the scheme of life so end things with grace so you can start new ones with vigor.
I am expecting the self-realization of harm, guilt and hypocrisy to occur in a person who has repeatedly proven herself incapable of it.
Grief has been your shadow this year but I have not seen you once shy away from it. I’m so glad you keep choosing courage and vulnerability over fear.
It made me reflect on the traits that make up my own language of love. The more mindful I have become of these mechanics, the more I strive to use them for those I care about.
All my dreams and belief will not undo what was done to me. Is this what happens when you make a leap of faith and are proven wrong?
The answers to several of these questions are like myself, a work in progress. They develop nuance and perspective over time, and I revisit them frequently to stay grounded. I hope they serve you well too.
Steinbeck once told his son who had recently fallen in love, “And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens - The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.”
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