A morning gesture interrupted by the truth of elsewhere
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This morning, like so many others, I sip my coffee—a quiet ritual that’s small but meaningful. The routine anchors my attention, and it invites a Gaza reflection on how personal calm sits beside the unsettled events that touch the wider world today.
Moreover, here I am, in this moment—a moment to consider my day, but also the days of others, elsewhere. In the quiet hours of morning light, I remind myself that care and awareness extend beyond my doorstep, shaping how I engage with what lies beyond my own small circle.
However, my comfort falters when I think of those ordinary, decent people who don’t wake to this gesture today. This Gaza reflection recalls people buried under rubble, holding their children in the dark.
However, I think about the billionaires, the tech elites, the hawks, and the old men with entrenched power. They have the capacity to do immense good, yet they inflict immense suffering for so little. This Gaza reflection weighs their choices and its impact on many.
And I wonder why we don’t question our collective choices and systems. Why we continue to support them, buy from them and vote them into positions, they neither deserve nor honor?
