For years, the word revolution has captured my heart. It signifies a sudden, momentous change, and I believe, like Gandhi, that true revolution begins within us. We must embody the change we long to see in the world.

I dream of a beautiful revolution—not one of violence or hatred, but one born of love and kindness.

I dream of a world where every person is honored, every voice is heard, and every wound is tended with compassion.

I dream of young people rising with wisdom, courage, and compassion, igniting a fire of justice that no force can extinguish. They will speak boldly, with truth and love.

I dream of oppressive systems being dismantled and hope being restored—not in broken institutions, but in the beauty of genuine love and connection.

I dream of those betrayed by church leaders finding healing from religious trauma, living a life of authenticity, belonging, and joy.

This revolution starts with each of us. It begins with one small act of kindness. It grows when we love without fear, listen with open hearts, and advocate for the vulnerable and the marginalized. It flourishes when we build communities where every person feels seen, valued, and loved.

Let us be the change the world is waiting for.