Gurdeep Pandher of the Yukon

@gurdeep.ca

In a world drowning in conflict and grief, we crave what keeps us alive: joy—our daily bread; hope—our living water; kindness—the roof over our souls.

Today marks 20 years since I arrived in Canada. I landed at Vancouver International Airport on August 1, 2006. I started my first job in Whistler, B.C., then lived in numerous communities across Canada before finally settling in the Yukon.

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Yesterday in Victoria (BC) was truly wonderful. I’m deeply grateful to everyone who came to be part of my physical movement and talk event. People from all walks of life joined in, from age 3 to 97, including participants using wheelchairs, and each person took part in their own way.

Hard days will come the way weather comes, sometimes predicted and sometimes sudden. When they arrive, try to meet them with a steadier story. Tell yourself that difficulty is part of being alive, not a stain on your character. Tell yourself that you can carry joy like a pocket stone.

In recent weeks, I saw a couple of friends after a long time, and they shared how much sadness they’re carrying. It made me wonder: why is there so much sadness in the world? What happened to us? Why does so much pain live in our hearts?

Official photos from the award ceremony at Rideau Hall in Ottawa, where, I was presented with the Meritorious Service Medal by the Governor General of Canada, the Honourable Louise Arbour. I feel deeply honoured & profoundly grateful for this recognition. ❤️🙏🏽

After I received the Meritorious Service Medal at Rideau Hall in Ottawa from the Governor General of Canada, the Honourable Louise Arbour, the Rideau Hall staff invited me to do a move or two. It was time to test if I could do it in the limits of a suit 😊

Joy, in the healthiest sense, is not the loud promise that everything will be fine. Joy can be as small as the smell of tea in a warm mug, as quiet as a raven’s wingbeat, as simple as a neighbor waving from across a snowy road. It does not erase pain. It sits beside it and says, “I am here too.”

When I deliberately embarked on this path toward joy, I discovered something transformative. As joy gradually began to heal my wounded spirit and lift me from the depths of that persistent sadness, I felt compelled to share my experiences with others.

Joy, in the healthiest sense, is not the loud promise that everything will be fine. It is not a bright sticker pasted over a cracked window. Joy is a steady, clear-eyed willingness to notice what is good without denying what hurts.

If you are searching for happiness, start with something small and honest. Step outside for a minute and feel the air. Thank your body for carrying you. Speak gently to yourself, especially when you have failed. Let sadness have its place, like a shadow that proves there is light nearby.

The dance or any kind of movement is not a denial. It is a hand extended across distance, across culture, across misunderstanding. It says, We can meet here. We can be different and still belong to one another. And when you feel that belonging, you realize happiness is not somewhere else.

Let sadness have its place, like a shadow that proves there is light nearby

People often ask me, sometimes softly, sometimes as if it is a riddle they must solve before the next snowstorm arrives, how to be happy in life. I understand the hunger inside that question. I have f...

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One day I was thinking how easy it is to confuse positivity with denial. Denial is a kind of desert. It drains everything, including the truth. Healthy positivity is more like a well. It does not reject tears. It holds them.