Just when I thought the world couldn’t get any crazier, it has. The issues confronting this country (and the world beyond) makes one tempted to roll over on ones back, legs up in defeat. I need not mention them. You all know- especially in the USA.
This enormity of disasters makes one wonder- is it all hopeless? What good can I do that will make a difference? I’ve been thinking all this week about this question “why bother?” This is what I came up with…
I hardly recognize the world we live in. Even though I attempt to shield myself from too much news, I can’t avoid the tragedies of political chaos, mass shootings, human suffering, cataclysmic storms and forest fires from reaching my ears. Then there’s climate change. It can cause one to live with low-level anxiety.
In order to give myself some level of relief, I have a few strategies. Writing is my first go to. The immediacy of pen to paper as a mode of expression is so satisfying. I may write in my journal, work on a poem or continue to write on a longer essay that I’ve been working on.