I could pretend to know what is going on in the world right now. I could pretend to have profound insights. I could sit behind a keyboard and spit half-truths about what a world we live in, but I just get so tired of it. I'm tired of the politics of pseudo politics. I'm exhausted by the news of tragic deaths. What I am telling you is that I am tired, not numb. I feel so strongly for people who are intimately acquainted with death well before they need to be. It's such a helpless feeling to resort to cliches about human nature and the evil that often crops up within it, but sometimes that's all that's left in the grab bag. Except maybe for silence.
It is my nature to see the world through rose-colored glasses. I prefer to see the good in people and their ability to change, but the negativity feels like a gravitational pull preventing me from ascending the platform of optimism where I so enjoy to dwell. I'm afraid of what would happen if I decided to stop working this happy angle. Frankly, I do think good wins out in the end. But that doesn't make the journey any easier, does it?
It amazes me that people intentionally hurt each other. I love people. Sure, you can probably point out individuals whom I love more than others. In general, though, people invigorate me. I delight in conversation and the company of others. I like figuring out how the world works and agreeing to disagree. I like knowing someone else's life story. There are several billion people in this world -some of them capable of evil - but many of them capable of genuine kindness. These are the people I am interested in knowing. They give me hope amidst chaos, joy amidst sorrow, and triumph against tragedy. Sometimes I have to write my way back to my comfort zone...which is here, behind a computer, editing the bad out of people.
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