A note from Nina:
I used to think my purpose was to feel all the pain. To search for and pick up others burdens and carry them on my back. I have shed many tears that never belonged to me in the first place. I realize now that was selfish and immature, that’s ok I didn’t know until I knew.
I no longer think unnecessary suffering is noble and it’s certainly not the goal. I had to google who said life is indeed suffering, it’s Buddhists. I agree. So why am I looking for more suffering and not more hope?
My purpose is not to seek and see all of the bad things the world has to offer. Looking for answers in a sewer has never shed light on a damn thing. I end up cold, scared and tired, too tired to be purposeful.
So I decided to try bits of hope because why the hell not? One less horror story, one more minute of quiet when all I want to do is run and fill the space.
It’s uncomfortable but I’m hopeful and that’s enough for today.
Xo N
A beautiful mini film on living, hope, purpose and what we make of it
How to be hopeful especially when it’s really hard
A classic for a reason and always a comfort to revisit
What greater hope is there than planting a garden