While Joy Lives Within Us, the World Around Us Shapes How It Flows
Joy springs from within, yet we live in a world where external forces constantly knock at the door of our inner peace. Today’s interconnected reality means we’re perpetually surrounded by influences that shape how we feel—political turbulence, social dynamics, economic strain, the quality of our relationships, and our financial security all leave their fingerprints on our emotional state. Layer onto this the weight of global crises: wars that rage across continents, the aggressive spread of religious extremism through digital channels, and the deepening chasms between cultures and communities.
We’re also witnessing a troubling global drift from democratic norms toward authoritarian rule—a shift that ripples through communities as sadness, anxiety, and fear. From Greenland to Venezuela, from Ukraine to countless other corners of our world, people face daily threats to their freedom and safety, living in the shadow of uncertainty that suffocates the possibility of genuine peace and happiness.
Picture this: you begin your morning with intention, perhaps with a cup of tea and a quiet moment of gratitude. Then—ping—a notification arrives. A headline screams crisis. Suddenly, that carefully cultivated calm evaporates like morning mist, replaced by a knot of anxiety that colors everything that follows. Or imagine gathering with friends, laughter flowing freely, until someone mentions politics or religion. The air shifts. What was warm becomes cold. What was open becomes guarded.
We’re living through a peculiar paradox: technology promised to unite us, yet religious fundamentalism now travels at the speed of light through fiber optic cables, reaching into homes and hearts with unprecedented force. Ancient divisions find new life in digital spaces, where algorithms amplify certainty and diminish nuance. The result? Our global family fractures along fault lines of belief, each crack widening the space where joy once lived.
Modern technology has turned up the volume on everything—amplifying not just our connections, but our exposure to the world’s sorrows. We swim in an endless river of information, and unlike the gold prospectors who once stood in Yukon streams with deliberate purpose, we often let everything wash over us indiscriminately.
Those old-timers in Dawson City knew something we’ve forgotten. They’d stand in icy water, pan in hand, swirling sediment with patient intention. Most of what came through—sand, silt, stone—they’d let flow right past. But when a glint of gold caught their eye, they’d pause. Extract it. Keep it. The rest returned to the river.
We need to become prospectors of our own attention. Not every piece of information deserves to lodge itself in our hearts. Not every headline requires our emotional labor. Like those prospectors, we must learn the art of letting most things flow past while carefully selecting what we truly need to hold onto—the genuine insights, the actionable truths, the moments that enrich rather than deplete us.
This practice of selective engagement takes dedication—but think of it as learning a new language, the dialect of digital discernment. The grammar is simple: disconnect to reconnect. In an age where social media scrolls like slot machines and smartphones pulse with manufactured urgency, we must become conscientious objectors to the tyranny of constant connection. Trade the blue glow for the burn of muscles in motion. Exchange doomscrolling for sun salutations. Swap the endless feed for the finite beauty of a canvas, a guitar, a garden. These aren’t mere distractions—they’re anchors that keep us tethered to our humanity when the digital undertow threatens to pull us away from ourselves.
Joy begins within, but protecting it demands vigilance at the borders of our attention. This isn’t about numbing ourselves to the world’s suffering—the injustices still pierce my heart, still call me to witness. But compassion without boundaries becomes martyrdom. We must learn to step back from the fire, not to abandon those in the flames, but to preserve the strength needed to return.
Think of it as breathing: each day requires both inhalation and exhalation, engagement and retreat. We must carve out sacred hours when we unplug from the world’s fevered pulse and plug back into our own quieter rhythm. Here in the Yukon’s vast silence, I’ve discovered what cities make nearly impossible—the space to hear myself think, to feel without interference, to remember that peace isn’t found in the feed but in the pause between breaths. The wilderness taught me that joy doesn’t shout over the noise; it waits in the quiet we’re brave enough to create.
One morning, I stepped into the Yukon’s winter silence—fresh snow transforming the world into an endless canvas of white. Something shifted in that stillness. The landscape’s quiet joy moved through me, and suddenly I was dancing, spontaneous and free, my body responding to what words couldn’t touch. I filmed it—not to capture perfection, but to bottle a moment when peace felt so complete it had to move. I hope when you watch, you feel even a fraction of that crystalline lightness.
This practice of intentional disconnection serves as a powerful form of emotional medicine—a deeply therapeutic approach that holds the potential to benefit everyone navigating our increasingly connected and hyperlinked world, where the boundaries between our inner lives and external stimuli have become dangerously blurred.
This winter, I brought to life something that has lived in my imagination for years—the first annual print edition of The Gurdeep Magazine. It features writing from other contributors alongside my own work. If you feel called to hold this warmth of printed words in your hands, visit Gurdeep.ca/magazine.



The world has become much smaller since the advent of the internet and super technology. When there was only simple endeavours we were not being influenced or distracted by internet’s agony, our home was refuge from the outer confusion that now seems to dominate our lives. Problems that seemed oceans away are now knocking at our home’s door wanting to involve us in the unnecessary anarchy that poisons our peace and joy.
Thank you!