Do we have a heart?
It breaks my heart how deeply guilt can shape who we become,how early misinformation begins to isolate us.
From such a young age, we are led away from connection. We grow up in a society that glorifies the lone rider, the silent sufferer. A world where the “strong” are those who endure in silence. The horse society is building is a heavy one ،one where every individual walks alone, each carrying pain they never learned to name.
Knowledge is kept hidden. Those who know don’t speak, and those who suffer don’t open up. We call it anxiety but often, it’s not anxiety. It is grief, blocked and buried inside the body. And every time something triggers us, we don’t know how to release it, don’t know how to breathe through it, don’t know how to feel it fully and let it move through us.
We’re not taught how to sit with ourselves. We don’t know how to ask the right questions. And the people around us our families, our communities they don’t know either.
It’s as if we are blind, being led by the blind.
And yet we walk with pride, convinced we’ve figured it all out the ego is the one that we trust.
We create systems and stories and egos so big they blind us to our own humanity.
We are no longer sitting with our source. We have forgotten how to be still.
Instead, we carry the weight of nations, names, religions, identities
without ever asking:
What is my purpose?What is my role in all of this? What am I doing to create a world that feels so fractured and cold?
We point fingers at racism, at misogyny, at colonialism and yet we rarely turn inward.
What part are we playing in all this suffering What have we abandoned in ourselves to uphold this reality? Where is our compassion?
And it breaks my heart when even me, after all the seeking and all the work I believed I was doing to grow,I’m still learning that there are such simple things I didn’t know.Things that could have made life gentler, more open.
Things that could have brought me closer to others, to myself. Things that could have softened this heaviness inside or Raised the quality of my life, my relationships and everything.
When tragedy strikes, I watch people’s first instinct:to shut down.To bury grief deep within, to bolt the doors of the soul and only let out flickers of the pain.
So when you ask someone, “How are you?”
They’ll say, “Yeah… it’s bad, but I’ll be better.”
And that… breaks my heart in to small pieces.Because we are not machines.We are hearts.And our hearts are meant to be connected.
Being connected means being part of a community.And community means wanting the best for one another not out of obligation,
but out of love.
What’s even more tragic is Even if someone dares to be honest dares to break open and show the rawness of what they feel
most people don’t know how to hold that.
No one taught us how to truly care for someone.
How to be there in the right way. Because we’re all broken, all alone, in our separate corners.
Even when our broken pieces come together, we can’t sit at the same table and truly nourish one another. there is knowledge that has been misseded.
From a very young age, we were pushed into believing that no one really cares.
That no one will ever truly understand.
So we stopped trying.We never developed the courage to know ourselves.
To ask:How can I be a home for myself, and for someone else?
Even when we do care, it so often ends up tangled in conditions.
We hold on to relationships because of some shared interest, some form of need.
Without those needs, without the labels friend, partner, sibling, lover we often find ourselves indifferent.
We’ve built a world where humans only matter to us when they are categorized in a way that feels useful.
And without those categories,the rest of humanity becomes invisible to us.
What actually happens to us when we grow our ego separately from the whole when we start to believe we’re big enough to figure it all out is this: the moment we realize we don’t know something, or we fail to see the bigger picture, we turn inward with blame. We shrink. We feel insecure.
We think we should be able to figure everything out, to hold the full view. And yet, we miss the truth it’s not even possible. We are human. We have small, limited minds. We were never meant to carry it all. We weren’t designed to have all the gifts in one place, to be everything we need for ourselves. And so we suffer when we expect otherwise.
Then, on the other side, the moment we do know something, ego slips back in. We fall for the trap again. We think, Ah, I know something no one else does. That makes me special. And just like that, we isolate. We start to feel above others. We think we carry some secret wisdom.
But in both cases when we feel less than, and when we feel more than we forget the same truth: we are human. We are vulnerable. Our minds were never built to see the whole picture.
Everyone carries their own source of knowledge. Everyone holds a unique gift. And, more often than not, they’re simply mirroring something within us. Because at the root of it all, we are one. We came from one source. We are not here to judge.
When we truly know this really know this we begin to step out of the box of isolation. We begin to admit: we don’t have it all. And that’s okay.
We learn to be humble. We soften our souls enough to experience life with others. We begin to value the small details. We allow our hearts to be compassionate. We remember how much we need connection to speak, to listen, to be steady on this earth.
To root our feet in grace.To feel that we are enough.
And in that quiet appreciation, in the daily rituals, in the simple and the ordinary we are humbled. Through doing, through showing up to the rhythms of life, we begin to learn. We learn what life is asking of us.
And in order to open the heart, we must seek honesty deep, clear, whole honesty. We must be willing to act on that heart. But to do so, we also need knowledge. And one of the most important pieces of knowledge we can ever carry is this:
We don’t know everything, and we shouldn't .