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Fuck changing the world
I have tried changing the world to realize the world does not need me to change it
I have tried changing the world to find myself escaping my inner world
I have tried changing the world to discover the only thing I can change is how I view this world
I have tried changing the world, instead I disconnected from the world
I have tried quantifying my impact, only to find out it was only a dent in the universe
Then I stopped and asked the world what it needs
I asked the Syrian refugee, the homeless man on the streets of San Francisco, the family in the New Delhi slums, the parents of a child with cancer, my clinically depressed cousin
The world explained to me that it is complicated, nuanced and that I won’t always get it
The world humbly asked me for more listening and less preaching
The world calmly urged me for more compassion and less assumptions
The world begged me to give it back its dignity, that it can change itself if it wants to
It asked me to take care of myself because I am a part of this world
It asked me to to love myself because it is the only way I can love it back
