Not so much at the moment, though. I’ve got to admit I’m struggling. So much bad news. Everywhere you turn. It’s absolutely unavoidable. We are just in one helluva mess. The whole world. All of us.
So much hatred. So much prejudice. So much anger. So much violence. So much bloodshed. So much death. So much destruction. So much rubble. So much despair. So much unrest. So much imbalance. So much poverty. So much hunger. So much misery. So much suffering. So much fear. So much grief. So many tears. So many scars. So much injustice.
So little hope.
So little respect. For each other. For life. For human rights. For freedom. Maybe even for ourselves.
Such a crisis.
There has to be something we can do. Why aren’t we?
Why aren’t we marching on our Nations’ capitals? Why aren’t we more selective about who we elect? Why don’t we demand more from them? Why don’t we hold
How can we see what’s going on — at home and abroad — and continue to turn the other cheek? Look the other way. Stand for it. Accept it. Say nothing. Do nothing. Ignore it. Deny it.
Tell me, where is there some good news? What’s working?
Damned if I know.
Who’d have ever thought, in this day and age, we’d live to see the world in this sorry state. I sure didn’t. At a time when we should have everything going for us, we’re going to hell in a hand basket. With all the great minds and all the advanced technology and all the collective wisdom and knowledge and experience, we can’t seem to get it together and put an end to any of it. Not locally. Not nationally. Not internationally.
We can’t agree on anything. Well, “can’t” or “won’t”? Not that it really makes a difference. We’re at odds. That’s all that matters. We’re stuck. Constrained. Paralyzed. Unable. Disabled.
By ignorance. Indifference. Arrogance. Inflexibility. Greed. Spite. Malice. Evil.
Can you bear to read a newspaper? Or watch the news on TV? I have to force myself. I just hate the fact that there doesn’t seem to be any end in sight. It just keeps getting worse and worse. Which is what’s really debilitating — that each newscast paints a darker picture than the one that came before. That each newscast talks about the failures. What didn’t work. What didn’t last. What wasn’t passed. What wasn’t approved. What won’t be accepted. What won’t change.
I know. I’m being pretty grim, for an optimist. But to be very honest with you, I’m starting to have trouble finding the joy. What about you? How are you feeling?