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Everything has the potential for beauty; just by the very fact that it exists.


I had planned to finish a different piece I began to write. I even wrote about it on social media, to somehow "make it official", and create some accountability. My exhausted mind and body have not cooperated much, though. I have been fighting an upper respiratory infection for the last three weeks; which in turn translates into ending and beginning the year in a very unexpected manner.

I decided to start writing this new post, because as I laid in bed, I heard from the other side of the room that a friend had texted, asking for help. She was asking for prayers for her boyfriend, since he had attempted suicide.

The truth is that when I heard the first phrase; "our friend is asking for help", my tired and ill self thought: "I hope it is not something too big, I don't think I am up for very much at the moment", and then, when I heard the actual request, my heart sank and my mind pondered immediately.

I pondered about so much, I could not help but to take action. I knew I had to make myself jump out of bed, turn to pen and paper (or keyboard and screen), and start writing.

No matter what comes out in the end; this piece does not seek perfect phrases or composition. This piece is very vulnerable, very transparent; very raw. It is also heartfelt and necessary, and it speaks to each soul it happens to comes across.


Earlier this morning, I heard a beautiful reflection. It spoke of the flaws within this world. The ones we each carry along our lives. The ways in which we fail to do good to ourselves and others. 

It spoke of the way we try to minimize these faults, and even pretend they are not there. Also about the heavy weight they carry on our souls and shoulders; one that even the most skilled kneading does not seem to get rid of.

The reality is that we are all flawed, we are all vulnerable; but that is the very thing that allows us to be a lot more open to what is truly good and beautiful within us. It is the moment we acknowledge our weakness, that our true strength comes to light.

We are made for love and mercy, but it is impossible to be on the receiving end of either one of these, as long as we pretend that we can handle life on our own. That we are supposed to live to a standard of perfection; rather than one of grace.

It is the moment we acknowledge our weakness, that our true strength comes to light.


I ignore what kind of pressure and burden is within the life of that one person wanting to end it. I know we all have a story to tell; one with moments of joy and grief, all the same. I just hope that we all remember that we are not alone.

I have fallen into the trap of being afraid of pieces of my own story, or of uncertainty of various types. This space has always existed with the pure intention of bringing up the very beauty that will remind each and everyone of us not to fall prey to the lies; however, in the process I tend to forget.

Let's not let that happen! Let us keep moving forward in the direction of goodness, truth, and beauty!

Let us tell the stories that are being woven within each heart, and never cease to value that wonderful gift we've been given (for however many years); the one of existence.


There are many ways in which we can be reminded of the great possibility that life holds, no matter what turn it takes. Having great conviction for how much we are loved and valued, despite our flaws is crucial to life.

Taking care of every area of life contributes to overall wellbeing, so being very constant and intentional about how we feed our body, mind, heart, and soul plays a daily role as well.

Beautyfound's Manifesto talks about life, love, our daily work, passion, compassion, growth, service and the importance of maintaining a sense of wonder.

Having great conviction for how much we are loved and valued, despite our flaws is crucial to life.


No matter how heavy the burden seems to get, be grateful for the gift of life. The truth is that everything has the potential for beauty; just by the very fact that it exists. Let's ask ourselves of the many ways in which we can add even more life to our existence. Let's do it both; for ourselves, and others.

Open the door to love and mercy; they are always knocking, ready to fill us with new life.

I hope you find this little space inviting and inspiring to remind us of the beauty that life constantly holds. Stay a while, and come back often.



These past couple of days I have meditated upon our ability to be compassionate towards each other within a number of circumstances.

On Monday night, I found out about the passing of actor Robin Williams, and my heart was quite sad after hearing the news. I am not the kind of person that obsesses with celebrities; in fact, my mother always made it a point to teach us to look at everyone as mortal humans and beautiful souls; regardless of their social status. I believe this has allowed me to give consistent treatment to anyone from a homeless out in the streets, to a powerful public figure.

I have read and watched different reactions on the topic; especially around the fact that Mr. Williams' dead is attributed to suicide, and the fact that he was undergoing depression. I understand many of the points being made, and many with great intentions, but what I believe many of these opinions are lacking, is compassion.

I believe that before we go on to express our own minds and sentiments, we must stop and suffer with those we are referring to. We must arrive to a place of understanding, and continue from there. I believe we must first assume the best in each other, and offer objective viewpoints afterwards. As Brené Brown describes within her many studies of vulnerability; we are in dire need of being truly compassionate, empathic, and authentically human.

I would like to leave you with words from one of our dear team members, currently residing in Copenhagen. She has pondered about the same topic, and offers a point of view from a spiritual standpoint; which I believe has great value and invites us to compassion:

-- Her words were written spontaneously and from the heart; and are shared below, without edition.

I've seen so many; too many, posts and articles about depression today, and none satisfy me. I've attended two funerals of people lost to #suicide. A year ago I asked a bishop in Rio de Janeiro about it, specifically about a teen from my church that we miss very much. I failed at fighting back tears as I faced my own confusion (and a bit embarrassed holding a mic in front of the international audience). He replied so softly that it hurt. "I am so sorry this happened. We can only do our best. But we are not God. God is God. Trust him." (OK, it sounded better when he said it) There are some places so dark that we cannot understand. But God can. He isn't only in the light. He meets us wherever we are. He's there too, with those people that are completely lost and hopeless. Only God knows those hearts. And only He can judge. And I begin to understand that only He can love with perfect love. We are so bad at it when it's not easy! It makes us so mad when some can get away with not living up to our standards of holiness and then receiving mercy. Our confusion and our stubbornness in understanding and judging everything can be our enemy, even when we have the best intentions. If God, the most just and powerful, is LOVE, his mercy is greater than anything we can imagine. It takes a big dose of humility, faith, and trust to understand that. We are so much like the prodigal son's brother. Of course, we shouldn't downplay suicide. I was especially disturbed by those quoting Aladdin telling Genie (voice of Robin Williams) that he has been set free. There is no freedom in feeling that your existence is not important. It is a prison for that person and for the people left behind to grieve. But instead of focusing on that darkness, we can focus on something we can do and can understand: light! hope! If we are so privileged to know and live light and hope and are not privileged to understand suicide, maybe, just maybe, what we should do is share that light and hope with those contemplating suicide. It comes in so many ways and many times; in the little things, and the big and precious thing called: sharing your time! Maybe it won't always be enough. But then maybe, just maybe, we can bring joy into their lives. Maybe it will disappear quickly, but maybe it won't! Maybe it will stay, and maybe it will heal a little wound you didn't know was there. Maybe you could save a life. Imagine that! That's all I understand and that's all I can do, and by doing just that, I will witness God be God and our hearts renew.

It is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.

Cynthia M. currently resides in Copenhagen, Denmark; working within the communications team at the World Health Organization (WHO) Regional Office in Europe. She is a great ambassador of everything that is good, true, and beautiful.