Relationships - 2024 01 12

 


One of the most important things I learned during my graduate studies at UBC was how we are always in relationships. We do not exist without relationships. Our lives depend on our relationship to nature. Our lives depend on our relationships to each other and to other living things.

The quality of our lives can be understood by the quality of our relationships. We have a great deal of influence on the kinds of relationships we form, we foster, we endorse and we live by. 

I find it comforting to know that I can create the world I want to live in through the relationships I develop - with myself, my family, my neighbourhood, my community, my professional and non-professional affiliations, etc. 

We are entering a time of greater challenge for our elders, our aging selves, and our young ones coming up in the world. I believe we will prevail, we will solve, and we will become a better adapted species through our intention to support each other to achieve our best versions of ourselves.

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