Be The Change

Don't wait for thunder to split the sky

Or leaders bold to clarify

The world won't shift from distant pleas

It bends beneath our quiet deeds

The kindness kept inside your chest

The voice that stands when none protest

The hand that helps, the eye that sees

These shape tomorrow's histories

The greener earth, the fairer law

The softened edge of every flaw

They bloom from seeds that you can sow

Not someday, now, and not for show

It’s not in grand, heroic flight

But showing up and choosing right

Each act, though small, begins the spark

A single candle in the dark

So be the change, the tide, the start

The mender of a broken part

You are the moment, wide and free

The shift begins inside of me

There’s a popular quote often attributed to Gandhi: “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” And lately, that phrase has been echoing through my life—not as an inspirational poster on a wall, but as a lived, often difficult, truth.

I’ve seen enough now to know that change rarely arrives on its own. It doesn’t knock politely or come with clear instructions. It often grows quietly, stubbornly, from within us—when we make choices that reflect the world we wish existed, not the one we currently live in.

I Wish to See the Change—Even When It’s Not Yet Around Me

I wish to see kindness, even when the world feels cold. So I try to show up with warmth, even when I’m tired or hurt. I wish to see more people smiling, so I give smiles away freely—even when mine has to be coaxed from somewhere deep.

It’s not always easy. It’s often not easy. But that’s the whole point.

I Want to Make Others Happy—Because I Want to Be Happy

Sometimes people ask, “Why do you care so much?” And the truth is, I care because I know what it’s like to feel alone. To feel unseen. I want to help others find moments of joy because I know how powerful even one good moment can be.

I don’t think happiness is something we find and keep forever—it’s something we share. And in giving it, even in small doses, I find it grows in me too.

I Advocate for Others—Because I Wish Someone Would for Me

I’ve learned how hard it is to speak up when you’re unheard. So when I have a voice, I use it. When I see injustice, I try not to look away. When someone’s overlooked, I try to hold space.

Not because I’m perfect at it—but because I know what it’s like to need someone and have no one there. And if I can be that “someone” for even one person, that matters.

I Try to Heal Others—Because I Long to Be Healed

Helping others through their pain doesn’t erase my own. But sometimes it softens it. Sometimes it reminds me that we’re all connected in our aching and our rising. I offer support, love, listening—because these are the things I most need, too.

And in giving them, sometimes, I find pieces of myself come back together.

Doing the Work Anyway

None of this comes without struggle. There are days when I want to shut down, disconnect, disappear. There are moments when my efforts feel invisible, when it seems like the world doesn’t care.

But I keep going—not because I believe I can fix everything, but because I believe in doing the thing anyway. In loving when it’s hard. In showing up when it’s inconvenient. In choosing softness in a hardened world.

Because this is the world I want to live in. So I live like it already exists—one action, one word, one breath at a time.

Final Thoughts

Being the change doesn’t mean being perfect. It means being intentional. It means becoming—again and again, even when it hurts. Even when no one sees. Even when you’re the only one holding the vision.

Because that vision matters. And so do you.

"Be the change you wish to see in the world" Mahatma Ghandi