I can‘t remember one day in my life when there hasn’t been a war somewhere on earth, when poverty, politics and starvation haven’t been a problem. There are seven billion people on this planet and each of them sees their own unique reality; each of them tries to fit the rest of the world into a tiny box they project from a polarized mind’s singular vision of how the world should run. Of course, nothing fits, and we’re confronted with righteousness, non-stop conflict, terrorism, and Trumpian-type people that inflict their own reality on others.
It doesn’t take great genius to recognize what’s wrong with this world. We live in a place that’s more dream-like than real; we try to fix its shadow nature, and rarely, if ever succeed. The only person we refuse to fix is our self. We pour so much energy into trying to fix an external world that’s been broken to a point where it can’t be repaired. We forget to work on ourselves and build inner foundation, balance, and a heart that remains open; we forget that when we transform our own inner life it’s the first step in making the world a healthier place to live.