A great love story about all of us

My father was told about my dream to go to the Himalayan mountains and India, he wanted me to visit Thailand. We agreed on a lot of things and a lot of things we disagreed.
So the years went by, he wanted me to come with him to Africa, but I went with my husband to South-America. About three years later, he went for a short trip to India, we finally agreed to visit all our most wanted places together, but only weeks ago, my beloved and idealistic dad, passed over and he passed on to me, a few of his dream projects. Now I’ll try to realize at least one of our mutual heart-cases, he wanted to do something about oil spells, pollution and nature, human rights, women’s rights and all he dreamed of was about doing his part for justice in this world.
He left us too soon, but his love for all living beings, was and still is so great and strong, so I will have to do at least something to keep remembering and sharing this great love and to bring our dream of justice to reality.
Where do I begin, where do I start? Well, I don’t know yet, but I know that this is not to be taken lightly and I need other people with the same goal, someone to cooperate with. A lot of practical things must fall into place, which I know they will.
At this exact moment, I feel like a blind person, waiting to receive a pair of eyes and a map to read.
You see, as long as we live and don’t act on what we see as injustice and wrong, that is exactly how long we live in tolerance of the unjust and wrong. By doing nothing, is to accept and tolerate crimes to this world, to each other. The wrongs put on to someone else, is just as much done to us, we need to wake up and see that we are all one.

With love always and best wishes for a happy and lovely new year!

~Belinajewel~