Lightpoint
A Manifest for Humanity, Truth and Hope.
✨ Light is not property
Light belongs to no one.
It appears where it is needed.
It doesn't ask about origin or merit.
It doesn't heal faster just because someone calls for it.
Light flows to where silence has taken hold.
Where words are missing,
where hands tremble,
where hope sits quietly in the corner.
💛 Self-love is not a goal. It is the point where everything begins.
Every person asks themselves these big questions at some point in life. I have walked this path myself – and asked the very same ones.
I found true harmony within when I began to love myself. When I started to feel at home in my body and in my mind – and realized that I am exactly right. Different from others, but part of the whole.
Since then, external validation has felt like a kind gesture – but no longer a condition for my self-worth. I am who I am. And that is enough.
The key is: Empathy and forgiveness. People carry their own inner battles. They may hurt others – not because we deserve it, but because they themselves are hurting. When we see this, we can forgive. And in forgiveness lies quiet strength. Because to forgive is to rise above what has happened – not with pride, but with dignity.
Self-love does not mean closing off. It means choosing. Who do I allow close to me? Who nourishes me, instead of depleting me?
To be loved should never be our mission. It is always a decision of the other.
🌿 Of Stillness, Responsibility and Gentle Commitments
I do not believe that peace is found simply by reaching a goal. Because humans are wired to search for the next challenge – even in fulfillment.
We all live in different circumstances. Some seem to struggle more, some less. But no matter how small or big they appear from the outside – every burden feels heavy when carried within.
Because heaviness is not measured. It is felt.
Maybe true stillness doesn't come from achieving, but from letting go – in the moment we are allowed to release responsibility and duty.
But our world does not work that way. To live in it means to commit – to tasks, to roles, to performance.
And yet, there is one commitment that does not feel heavy: the one we make for each other.
Because it does not come from pressure, but from connection. Not because we must. But because we want to.
Maybe that is the beginning of peace. Not the end of striving, but the start of a responsibility that does not weigh us down – but carries us.