I’m not entirely sure what’s happening in our country at this moment. I can’t bring myself to pick up the stories. Following mass media too closely, especially during times of national crisis, tends to make me feel physically ill. I can’t stomach the vitriol, the pandering, the desperation, the glaring biases, the fearmongering, the hyperbole, the selective reporting anymore.
No matter what happens out there, though…none of it is ever, ever, EVER worth picking up a drink for. It remains so terribly crucial to remember that what our sick brains try to tell us will help, will in truth only make matters worse. Much worse. The pain and sorrow that come with active use are exponentially more damaging than whatever the emotional nerve-endings may be processing at any given time, raw and unaltered.
So easy does it. We’ll never make the world a better place by setting ourselves on fire. Let us remind ourselves of our gratitudes. Count our blessings. Tell our loved ones how much we care. Hold those closest to us a little tighter. At the end of the day, it’s us & our support network that will continue to get by. Heads held high, and may our present never become entrenched in our past, because there’s no future in it. Right now I’m only grateful for what I do have, and so much less concerned with what I don’t.