Today it just seems like we’re being bombarded with bad news. Usually I can handle it, but for some reason (hormones probably have something to do with it) everything is super depressing today and I’m sick of it. The problem isn’t that I don’t see good in the world and everything is doom and gloom. Actually, the problem is that I do see good in things, but it just seems so small and quiet compared to all the trouble the world has been dealing with lately.
There is love among family and friends and between people and God.
There is beauty in the way the trees change colors in autumn and in the sound of water and the smell of burning firewood.
There is joy in created things and in creating things.
There is joy in music and games and stories.
There is hope.
There is satisfaction in making things and owning things and finding things and learning things.
There is good in animal instinct.
There is good in laughter.
There is good in medicine.
There is good in the way humans want to keep on living.
It just seems like there is so much evil and darkness in the world, and I just want to keep the good alive.
Because in my world guinea pigs can fly!