I know the world doesn’t revolve around me. I say my metta prayers religiously. But even my concern for the world so easily slips into obsession with what I can do to fix it and how hard this is to bear. Does any thought exist without me at the center? As if the world were an RPG, and I the only sentient player.
If this resonates, I’d love to hear from you. A comment, a share, or even just a like goes a long way. Writing into the silence is its own practice, but knowing the work lands makes it easier to keep showing up.