The Hyggelig Journey

When my father fell ill in his final days, the lyrics of Shawn Mendes’ In My Blood became an unexpected refuge, helping me process the reality unfolding before me. The song’s plea — its raw, urgent cry against the weight of helplessness — resonated in a way that felt almost too personal. “Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in” — those words captured the suffocating dread that gripped me in the small hours, waiting for news, hoping for a miracle I already knew would not come. The song does not offer easy comfort; nor does it deny the pain of endurance. Instead, it acknowledges the struggle — the desperate search for strength when every instinct urges collapse. “I just wanna give up, but I can’t.” That was it, exactly. The exhaustion, the emotional erosion, the moments when hope felt like a cruel joke. And yet, beneath it all, an unspoken defiance: the fight continues, not because it is easy, but because surrender is unthinkable. The grief that followed those long hours ...

Letting go of what troubles the heart is never easy. Resentment, remorse, ingratitude, and moral suffering impose themselves — their weight a scourge upon the senses, making life seem strewn with thorns. Yet, in truth, no one passes through life untouched by inner turmoil. It is a universal language, woven into every existence. Strength of character, kindness, and understanding are never effortless; they are the result of conscious striving. The peace you carry does not arise from never feeling despair, but from mastering the ability not to be consumed by it. When a person realises this — that their journey has been shaped by hard-won victories leading to this very moment — obstacles still unsettle, but suffering loses its grip. Few pause to reflect on their own virtues while acknowledging their shadows, even selectively. The danger lies in failing to recognise one's own willpower and determination — for when these are overlooked, the shadows grow and obscure the way fo...