There’s some horrible stuff going on in the world right now. An idle twiddle on Facebook ends up depressing me. The newspaper, the radio, my friends: they all tell me tales of horror and woe. Gaza. Cancer. Death. Divorce. Lives falling apart, bodies caving in.
It’s so easy to scroll through it all, and get overwhelmed by misery, hopelessness, despair.
To take doomful notes (I’m part of a race of base, violent beings) and paint mindscapes of black bleak unspeakable things.
I’m a sensitive flower. When bad news comes I feel have but two choices: ignore (oh gosh that is sad but I’m not going to let myself actually FEEL that sadness right now because I don’t want to ruin my day) or implode (HUMANITY IS FUCKED, HOW CAN I EVEN GO ON WITH SUCH HATRED AND VIOLENCE AND ANGER RICHOCHETING ALL AROUND ME, LIFE IS COMPLETELY MEANINGLESS).
I need a third option.
I want to be able to DEAL with the shit: to acknowledge it, really feel it and then MOVE ON from it; all the more determined to live a good life, take positive action, balance out the epic sea of turd with a little bit of sunshine.
I know how lucky I am: I don’t live in a warzone, I’m not riddled with disease, I love and I am loved.
I want to celebrate that, not feel bad about it.
I want to do what I want do while I’m fortunate enough to be able to do it.
I want to make a difference. I need to deal with shit.