Ramadan. Lunar New Year. Mardi Gras. All at once, on the same day. This year the celebrations feel particularly special and meaningful. I can feel the collective strength building up in the air but also the release of everything old; the gratitude, the peace, and the humbling realisation of the sheer amount of people that are celebrating on this day. Between these collective and incredibly powerful celebrations, the world feels particularly blessed and hopeful right now. I grew up with a Muslim grandmother even though she was secular more than anything else. It wasn’t until much later that I started to understand her quiet Islamic influence on my upbringing. I’m also feeling grateful all over again to have grown up in Hong Kong, celebrating the Lunar New Year for ten years. With billions of people coming together today in joy and peace over the next few weeks, I feel like I do belong somewhere after all. Here is to a better world.