And suddenly, August is already at its edge. Some hopes came to life, some fell quietly out of reach, and some are still waiting for their hour. It was hardly ever easy, but still, here we are. May September be gentler and may what we’ve been hoping for find its way to us.
Let the love spill. Let it be excessive, embarrassing, loud, silly. Love freely. Love as much as you are capable of loving. You can’t ration heartbreak by rationing love. A heart doesn’t break less just because you gave less. So love without letting the what-ifs decide its size.
Another season of fire, another sky turned grey, another price paid for human greed and the choices of those in power. May the rain come before the ashes do, may the skies clear, and may Kalimantan be given the mercy it deserves.
: #PrayForKalimantan