There was a time when I tried to carry the weight of the world in my two hands.
The headlines spoke of war, of unsettledness, of lives unraveling—and I thought perhaps if I held it all tightly enough, I could keep it from breaking. But the truth is, no one of us can carry the whole world.
What we can carry is light.
What we can ripple is awareness.
What we can remember is that even in the darkest corridors, the heart beats as a compass.
I once believed awakening would come “when it’s all over”—when peace returned, when wisdom arrived with age. But the deeper truth is this: awakening is not delayed. It is here, now, in the breath you are taking as you read these words.
The unsettledness you feel is not a sign of being lost. It is the stirring of remembrance. It is the invitation to open your eyes, not to the chaos, but to the prize hidden beneath it all—love.
So I write to you, not as one who has all the answers, but as one who has walked through the shadows and found that the light was never gone. It was waiting, patient, within.
And if you feel the ripple of war, of uncertainty, of heaviness—know this: you are not alone. You are part of a great awakening, a collective remembrance that life is not a game of survival, but a ceremony of love.
Carry that prize. Ripple it outward. Let your heart be the map.
For in truth, none of us are lost. We are only finding ourselves, together.
© Liza | Soul Reflections in Divine Light™
