In the Quiet of Reflection, We Find the Seeds of Collective Hope

There was a time when I felt frequently stuck, like I was lost.

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There was a time when I felt frequently stuck, like I was lost.

One day, I’d feel inspired to write a book; the next, I couldn’t stay engaged with a task for more than five minutes. And then came the days when I gave up entirely, wondering how I could lose so many hours doomscrolling through false realities.

But over time, I learned somethi…