Dear Tomorrow,
“In a world that often forgets the beauty of kindness, remember that compassion is strength. You may be taught that power comes from status or wealth, but true power lies in understanding and caring for one another. It may be easier to build walls, but life will surprise you with the bridges you’ll need, one day. Let kindness be your quiet courage. The smallest act of compassion can change a life, just as a single light can dispel darkness.“
Leora feels a sense of calm and purpose. She chuckles, imagining the calm but no-nonsense reply Boris might give if he could speak. His gaze feels almost knowing, and she realizes her friend Boris and the other animals she’s loved over the years, have always shown her a deeper way to connect—with simplicity, loyalty, and presence.
With Boris by her side, it feels as if he’s helping her convey the importance of kindness. She remembers the small acts of compassion her animal friends have shown her over the years—each one a reminder that empathy crosses beyond words, beyond gestures, races or even so-called ‘other species’ than humans.
As night falls, Leora contemplates about the letters she will write, one might even call it a manifesto, she would like to create for a world in need of healing. The task feels both daunting and liberating. She senses that her words may only reach a few, or perhaps many, but that their purpose isn’t to change the world overnight. Instead, her letters will be seeds of love and peace and empathy, small reminders that we are all capable of living with kindness and courage since we are all family by heart. Soul sisters and soul brothers, who have fathers and mothers, who are children themselves, growing up. We all have grandparents and ancestors and we are all living beings living on the same earth, underneath the same moon, sun and stars, breathing the same air and drinking the same water. We all share the fire in our hearts, the same light in our selves of a Greater Spirit, or Energy, we use to call the Element Ether, but nowadays we mostly see it through wires for electricity or energy as in Internet or Artificial Intelligence. The Element Fire is somehow widely misunderstood as being only fiercely flames, but the element of fire means so much more: it means warmth and power, light and energy and it also stands for a little flame, visible in the form of burning candle or invisible as divine sparkle that will keep you going, as much as it can stands for a simple light bulb in a lamp or an invisible lamp above your head, whenever you have a brilliant idea.
Leora is talking to Boris, who sits next to her on her table, looking to the other side, as if he doesn’t even notice her, but by the twisting of his left ear, she knows he is listening: ‘Maybe my life wasn’t meant to be as beautiful as I once dreamed. Maybe I’m here to do something simple but true’. ‘Maybe I should be more like Boris, just observing and then just be here, in the presence, not worrying about the past or tomorrow, not caring about what others have to say, just minding my own life’, she then thought to herself. Then Boris turns around and gives her a stroke with his little head against her cheek, reminding her that she is not alone in this world and showing her he’s grateful for not being the only cat in the house.
Her letters to write are feeling like a heartfelt legacy, a gentle rebellion against a world hardened by indifference, and an invitation for future generations to live with more compassion. This combination of a ‘higher call’ and her own reflections, the warmth of her friends and animal companions she meets along the way is giving her the courage to look forward to tomorrow and to keep on writing new letters.
Boris looks up at her, sensing her shifting emotions. She strokes his head, grateful for his quiet companionship. “You know, Boris,” she says softly, “maybe it’s not that people are bad, most of them are friendly and cheerful, but somehow we all got hurted, while we used to play together”. In our shared existence and experiences we ended up in different rooms and growing up, we all needed to work, leaving us with no time to play, nor dream or wander around like a child.
In moments like these, she questions herself, the caution she’s carried like armor. Why did living felt like fighting, striving or surviving? She dreams of new ways of learning, for all the children in the world.
You could play endlessly with the elements, like sand and water, in the woods or just sitting under a single tree. You could lay in the grass and look at clouds and birds flying, or just sing a song or beat a drum which doesn’t even have to be there. It is only through endless playing that children and grown ups can explore and develop themselves, more importantly, learn to play with each other, like children: no winners, no losers, no prizes, nothing to gain, nothing to lose. Just playing, like in a ballgame without judges, no one saying you aren’t good enough or saying you can’t play. Just enjoying the sunshine or the rain, and the simple things in life.”
Yours Truly,
Leora
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