This post is going to be very different from what I usually share on my personal platform. Most of the time, I write about personal growth, inspiration, spirituality, and the beauty of life. But today, I feel compelled to speak from a place of frustration and sadness about the situation in my home country, Nepal.
I often talk about gratitude and how it can lead to a happier life. And I admit, I am privileged to do so. Living in a developed country, having earned a degree, and enjoying a stable life has given me the space to reflect and share such perspectives. But what about those who don’t have this privilege? What about the youth in Nepal whose freedom of speech and expression is silenced? What about the children and young people who must fight relentlessly just to claim their basic human rights, quality education, a fair social system, or even a government that truly serves its people?
As a mother, my heart breaks when I think of the schoolchildren who lost their lives simply for demanding freedom of speech and a corruption-free nation. They raised their voices because they loved their country. They chose to stay and hope for a better future, instead of leaving for opportunities abroad. Their courage, and their loss, leave me questioning my own beliefs.
For so long, I have believed in gratitude and positivity as guiding lights toward a better life. But in moments like this, those beliefs feel shallow, almost hollow, when I think of the parents who raised children with dreams, only to see them taken away unjustly.
They say change is the only constant. And yet, I pray that at the very least, the most basic human right, the right to live, is protected for every person in this world. There are times when the weight of what is happening around us becomes too much to process, when grief overshadows everything else.
May we, as human beings, be blessed with hearts that are pure and kind. Because sometimes, life is not beautiful. Sometimes, nothing feels right.
