I haven’t written here in a little bit. Truth be told, I’ve been a little numbed by the events that took place in the US over the last week or so.
Trying to understand what comes next. For America; for the world.
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Today the world changes. We don?t know how much, and it may not be as bad as we believe it could get.
Still, it changes.
But we must not.
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Looking around us, whether it’s on the news or our various social networks, you’d be forgiven for thinking the only things happening in the world are bad ones.
The rise of radicalized terrorism, whether home-grown or otherwise. Racial tensions. Increases in hate crimes.
These, and more like them, would suggest civilization is on an irreversible downward spiral from which there is no return.
But that thinking would be missing the bigger picture.
Yes, times are hard. Yes, people are broken. Yes, humanity seems to be fragmenting not just in one or two countries, but many.
And yet…
For every bad act or person, there is a good equivalent. For every evil intent, there are many more good ones.
As my friend, Ike Pigott stated so well over on Facebook recently, bad things have always happened. They just seem more prevalent now due to the ability to live stream every moment of our lives, good and bad.
So. The next time you feel the world is beyond repair, consider Ike’s words below and take the time to think about all the good that remains.
Because that far outweighs the bad – we just need to reinforce that message.
When I was still living and working in the UK, one of my colleagues (who would later go on to become my girlfriend) confided in me about her abuse at the hands of her boyfriend.
Both mental and physical, the abuse was so bad that my colleague had taken to cutting herself (on her upper thighs, so the cuts were hidden from public view).
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When I was 28, my childhood friend and former roommate died from a drugs overdose. He was just 27.
It didn’t surprise me that he was gone. Perhaps, subconsciously, I was surprised he’d lasted so long.
Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. It did. It broke me.
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