This evening, I sent a donation to help those impacted by the earthquake in Myanmar. It wasn’t enough to be life-changing, just a quiet gesture, a thread of hope sent across the world. But as I did, I couldn’t help thinking how often we pour our energy into things that, in the end, feel so insignificant. We argue. We perform. We busy ourselves with noise. Meanwhile, somewhere else, real suffering is unfolding in silence. It’s humbling. It’s heartbreaking. What could the world look like if we channeled that energy into compassion? Into feeding the hungry, sheltering the displaced, healing those left behind, hidden in plain sight? We don’t have to…