The little one lay quietly in a summer field of blooming rapeseed, gazing up at the sky and watching the yellow tufts sway around her. She felt a familiar restlessness in her mind. She had spent days reflecting on people and their actions after spending a day on the internet.
"Universe," she sighed, "why has tolerance become so intolerant these days? Why are people so eager to destroy each other's lives and careers over differing opinions? We humans call this the Woke and Cancel cultures. I wonder why I’m different and don’t feel the need for others to agree with me. Is it because of the era I grew up in, my spiritual path, or am I somehow flawed? I wonder about this because I’ve heard that my tolerance is indifference. Apparently, I should have strong, loud opinions and a fierce desire to change things, or else I’m complicit."
The Universe listened carefully, letting the little one’s questions flow into the vastness of existence. It knew that thousands of small ears and minds were tuned into their conversation. Finally, it replied gently: "Little one, your question touches on the deep paradox of being human, especially in a society often at odds with its own values. Tolerance, like many good ideas, can become distorted if it isn’t grounded in true understanding and compassion. When tolerance turns into a demand, it becomes intolerance — a state where others are forced to conform to a single way of thinking, and all differences are condemned. This phenomenon is deeply tied to human history, where the desire to do good can morph into pressure and control if it isn’t balanced with wisdom. It’s not new, just with a new name. Humanity has repeated this pattern for millennia within its communities."
The Universe paused briefly before continuing: "Woke and Cancel cultures reflect people’s fear and need to protect their values, but they also fuel division by seeking consensus where it can’t exist. Each person sees the world through their own experiences and awareness, and while truths may differ, society often tries to impose one truth on everyone. This is part of collective growing pains."
The little one listened quietly, feeling the restlessness begin to fade, but the question of her own difference remained. The Universe responded to this too: "Your tolerance comes from a deep understanding and openness that you’ve gathered over many lifetimes. It isn’t indifference, but rather a recognition that everyone has their own path and their own rhythm for discovering truth. Knowing that not everyone can share the same view is a gift, and it doesn’t make you flawed; rather, it expands your perception of the world.
Having a loud opinion and a fierce drive isn’t the only way to bring about change. Sometimes, the most profound changes happen in silence, when an individual knows how to listen and understand. Changing circumstances doesn’t always require public battles—sometimes inner peace and balance are the most powerful tools. You don’t accept injustice because you remain quiet; you’ve simply found your own way of being part of the change without disturbing your harmony."
The little one nodded quietly, though her brow was furrowed. "Then why do I see this injustice? Why others don't?" she sighed deeply, her chest feeling heavy. "What good is it if others don’t see themselves? It frustrates me. It feels like people don’t realize what they are. They lack a mirror and can’t see their own behavior. It’s so depressing that I no longer really like people. I, who was always social, now find it hard to appreciate them. They often seem so repulsive in their attempts to homogenize the world. They’re like iron fists crushing anything delicate that could sprout and grow."
The Universe’s voice resonated with the surroundings. "I understand your feelings, little one. Within you is a deep longing to see humanity as it could be—its brightest potential. But instead, you encounter their shadows. This judgment, closed-mindedness, and drive to force the world into one mold stirs anger and frustration in you because you know there is more to humans than this surface-level struggle for power and conformity."
The little one closed her eyes and let the Universe’s words sink into her mind. "But why are they like this?" she asked softly. "Don’t they understand the world they’re shaping?"
"Many live as though in a dream," the Universe replied. "They are disconnected from their deeper selves, focusing on external structures—power, status, and acceptance. They are not yet ready to look deeper, for the mirror you speak of can reveal painful truths. For many, it’s easier to project their fears and insecurities onto others than to face them within themselves."
The little one opened her eyes and gazed at the horizon. "Maybe… But what about when they make others suffer? When they try to destroy lives in the name of doing good? Is it just a lust for power?"
The Universe was silent for a moment, and when it spoke again, there was deep wisdom in its voice. "It can be fear, stubbornness, and a desire for power—all of these are intertwined. 'Only my ideas are right' is often a statement born from a need to hold on to a worldview that feels safe. When their identity is challenged, it feels threatening. The lust for power manifests in the way you describe—pressuring others, trying to control their lives and reputations. It’s small-minded behavior, giving the illusion of strength."
The little one sighed deeply and shook her head. "And what about me? Am I just as guilty, thinking I know the right answer as I criticize others?"
The Universe chuckled gently. "Wisdom lies in the fact that you ask yourself that question—do I have the right to say I know? This openness is part of spiritual growth, little one. Keep questioning, keep seeking, and remember that the world is always complex and multilayered. You have your truth, but that doesn’t mean you must suppress others'. You can meet them with compassion, even if you don’t accept their actions. You’re on a journey, and so are they—at different stages, but on the path nonetheless."
The little one sat in silence for a moment, listening to the Universe’s words, which felt like gentle hands on her shoulders. "Perhaps humans can never be fully understood," she whispered, "but maybe I don’t need to. Perhaps it’s enough that I understand myself."
The Universe didn’t reply, but in its silence, there was an answer.
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