Humanity is flawed. In so many ways and on so many levels. My mind continues to wonder about our true nature as humans and the purpose of our existence each time I watch the news or when I read the latest updates on all the recent catastrophes that have colored our world red. What has happened to us? Do we even deserve to be called humans?

We have known wars since the very beginning of time. Some were born into it, others are still living it today. It's so ironic to see how one side of the world can stroll along the streets in glorious freedom while the other side hides under ruins, praying for the tiniest ray of sunlight. I don't think I can even imagine living with such tremendous fear and to wonder if life would ever be kind again.


Sometimes I look around and be thankful that my life is still blessed with love and peace. That my children are safe under our roof, living the days as children should be. Their minds and hearts still pure, untainted by the hatred and cruelty we see so much in this world today. As mothers, it is our natural instinct to protect our children from harm. But what can we do about the dark shadow that overcasts their future?


I realize that the best thing I am able to do now is to shape my children into the true human beings they are meant to be.To teach them love, respect and compassion that I believe will help them build a better world for us one day. To let them understand that kindness and forgiveness can go miles away, even when you see nothing but anger all around you. Faith may seem scarce, but it is never gone completely.


I do agree that we all deserve the right to speak our mind, no matter how bewildering it may sound to others. But without respect or compassion, our voice will remain as merely, our own voice. One that only ourselves would understand. It is within our choice to act as the intelligent beings we claim to be, to create peace that our kind so desperately hunger for.

Yes, humanity is flawed. In ways that could wipe away hope altogether from our hearts. What kind of world are we leaving our children with, when all we do is see ourselves but not others? So close your eyes and listen. Faith is still there, even if you only hear it in a whisper. It is the one gift that we have for our children, to justify our purpose of existence, as one.

My hand to yours,





Artwork title: A Gift of Gold (an original acrylic painting).

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