The world is a scary and uncertain place right now. I suppose, in a lot of ways, it always has been, but I feel it now, more than ever. Wars going on everywhere, it seems, and political unrest is the everyday norm. Children dying, people losing their homes and livelihoods, unspeakable acts of violence and cruelty – you can’t watch the news without feeling hopeless and helpless, angry and sad all at the same time. I admit I have been switching off – not just the television, but my own mind and heart. I cannot bear to see another story about man’s inhumanity to man. Even on the home front – my workplace and family life seems fraught with danger and worry and at the end of the day I am just coming home, locking the front door and not wanting to let the world in (not an unusual occurrence for me in general, but, just lately, it seems almost imperative to my mental well-being and physical strength). I can barely look at Facebook – the posts about Gaza and child abuse, murders and cruelty to animals breaks my heart and makes me so sad.
This weekend I have babysat my gorgeous nieces – hardly babies at the ages of 9 and 11 but “babies” nevertheless in my mind and heart. I want to wrap them up in cotton wool and protect them from the world. I don’t want them to ever have to worry about foreign invasion or the atrocities of war. I don’t even want them to stub a toe – how can I ever be ready to let them go into the big bad world which gets more uncertain by the day? It is probably a good thing it is not up to me to “let them go”, because I don’t think I could. I want to lock them up in a tower, Rapunzel-style, and keep them away from the world and all that could harm them.
But, of course, in doing that, I would be denying them the chance to change the world and make it better. In order to fight injustice and cruelty, you have to first see it and want to make a difference. I still believe there are good people, I still believe in love and harmony and tolerance. I want to believe all those things are achievable and something to strive for.
But it is hard right now. I haven’t been wanting to post on my blog because everything I write seems inane or ridiculously unimportant in comparison to what is going on all around the world. I don’t know if things actually ARE worse right now or if I am just feeling it more than usual.
Does everyone else feels this way, or is it just me?
I hope, in your little corner of the world, that things are calm and peaceful. I hope your children are safe, your animals well-cared for and your homes protected and secure.
I hope you have food on the table and laughter and love as your companions, instead of fear and insecurity, violence and intolerance.
May you wake up in the morning knowing you and your family are free to live as you choose, regardless of your religious background, sexual orientation, skin colour or country of birth.
I don’t think that is too much to ask but, just now, it seems impossible for so many people. And that just makes me so very sad.