I feel a whirlwind of gratitude and joy for the life I have been blessed with, yet must acknowledge the guilt that continues to lie within. I have to ask myself, how did I get born into this life of freedom, this life of privilege? Why are these human beings in my line of sight getting punished for being born in a different country than myself? For running from the bombs that fall from the sky above their homes? For risking their lives in order to provide a life, a future for their children?
Volunteering has always come natural for me. Service, long hours, pushing myself, all doable. When it comes to slowing down, contemplating, reflecting, I tend to struggle a little more. My biggest challenge is wanting to give the world to each beautiful soul I meet.