Fragments of the Divine

Today’s post is no big epiphany—I still haven’t hacked the code of the universe. But maybe that’s okay, because sometimes it’s not about epiphanies; it’s about sitting with the questions and sharing what’s on your heart. I know, disappointing, right? Today I’m going to be selfish and talk about my heart. Because, well, I need to get the validation from somewhere—and maybe, in sharing this, I’ll stumble upon a little clarity too.

You see, I understand that people come here and choose their lives, their hardships, and maybe even the most unimaginable pain. Perhaps a soul chooses to go through a war, to experience deep loss, or to live in extreme poverty as part of its journey. My brain seems to comprehend and accept this. It feels logical, even purposeful. But my heart? My heart breaks every time. It aches with sadness, and I feel powerless to do anything about it.

What does this mean? I don’t have an answer, but I can’t deny the feeling, nor can I understand it right now. Maybe that’s okay. Maybe the point is to sit with it—to let the heart speak without rushing to make sense of it.

Are We Healing?

I can see the narrative changing. Online, more and more people are focusing on spiritual growth, ‘selling’ good vibes, and preaching about awakening. These ideas seem to be gaining wider acceptance. And yet, why doesn’t the air feel lighter? Why does the world still feel so heavy, like it’s weighed down by something we can’t quite name?

Are we just trying to patch the cracks with “good vibes only” instead of truly looking at them and allowing them to heal? The push for positivity can sometimes feel like a glossy cover over a book of unsolved stories. A beautiful cover, sure, but it doesn’t change what’s written underneath—and I’m still stuck on chapter one of “Why Does Everything Hurt?”.

The Veil of Sadness

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m feeling heavy right now. It’s like my cosmic Wi-Fi is buffering, and the signal to ‘promised light’ isn’t coming through. Still, I’m trying to stay open. But I can’t deny the sadness and the aches in my heart. It’s not despair exactly; it’s something quieter, something that whispers rather than shouts.

Is this veil a sign of something I need to heal within myself? Or is it another mark of being an empath, carrying the weight of others’ struggles as my own? Could it even have something to do with my ‘cosmic’ origins—a deeper connection to energies that remain unseen but seem to pull me toward something bigger, something I feel but can’t yet define?

Don’t worry, we’ll delve deeper into cosmic origins in another post, maybe when this fog lifts and my mind feels clearer. For now, I don’t know. I don’t have the answers. But I’ll sit with it, listen, and try to understand what this ache is asking of me

The Ache of Wanting to Help

One thing I do know is that I want to help. I want to make this world a better place. I want to remind people of how beautiful humanity can be if we go back to who we truly are. When we strip away the noise, the masks, the distractions, we’re left with something so pure: those moments of being like children, running around, smiling at people, smiling at nature, finding joy in the simplest, most insignificant things.

Yes, my heart aches. It aches because I know what’s possible—those fleeting moments of kindness, of connection, of people smiling at each other for no reason. It aches because I see how easily we could return to that simplicity, and how often we don’t. It aches because I see the cracks and know they’re not hopeless. They’re just waiting for us to stop covering them and start mending them with care.

Holding the Ache, Holding the Light

Maybe the ache isn’t something to fix. Maybe it’s a reminder of how deeply we care, how connected we are, even when we feel powerless. Maybe it’s not a barrier to the light but a pathway to it. As long as we don’t let the sadness overburden us and instead let it inspire us to shine our light even brighter, I think we’re safe.

I don’t give up. Even when the sadness feels overwhelming, I hold onto the belief that there is hope, there is light, and there is infinite love. And maybe, just maybe, the heartache itself is proof of that love—a sign that we’re still reaching for something better, something truer, something whole.