🌿 Will They Ever Understand Us?
Sometimes I wonder if the world will ever really understand people like us.
Not just the choices we make, but the reason behind them.
Why we ache for gentleness.
Why we can’t just lighten up or look away.
Why we see beauty not as appearance, but as presence.
As the quiet way someone loves, the way they treat those who have no voice, the way they live when no one is watching.
People often say we are too much, too emotional, too idealistic.
But we know that what they call intensity is simply depth.
We see what is happening and we cannot unsee it.
We feel what others ignore and still choose to care.
Our beauty is not in how we look, but in how we see.
We see the world as something sacred and shared, not something to own or use.
We see pain and still believe in healing.
We see what could be and keep trying to live as if it already exists.
When we talk about a better future for animals, for trees, for the ones who will come after us, we are not being unrealistic.
We are being alive.
We are remembering that every generation has a choice:
to keep repeating harm or to stop, soften, and begin again.
Maybe one day the world will see that tenderness is not weakness.
That sensitivity is not fragility.
That caring deeply is not naïve.
And maybe, when that happens, people will understand that those who feel everything are not broken.
They are the ones holding the threads of what is still good.
Until then, we will keep living the truth we know.
That real beauty does not shine to be seen.
It shines to heal. 🌎💫