When the air is thick with anger, and division hums louder than truth, I ask myself: When did tenderness become naïve? When did compassion go out of style? We scroll past suffering, argue louder than we listen, forget that every voice comes from another human body breathing, breaking, hoping. And I wonder, What if the bravest act now is not to win, But to soften? Not to prove, but to understand? Peace is not weakness. It is the strength to pause before striking. Love is not indulgence. It is...
