You know what I don’t understand, humans, as a race are attracted to the dirty, ugly, grotesque, horrifying, terrible news locally, in the world, wherever they can find it – unless it hits close to home, then we want to hide it. How dare anyone intrude on my personal experience or life?! We, as a whole, don’t care to watch, or read about happy wholesome stories of love, happy endings, and the like. Unless it’s our story – what do you mean you don’t care that I’m getting married (again), having (another) baby – how rude! I thought we were friends?! We, as a whole, share tragedy after tragedy, highlighting the evil that has become our very own human race. “Hit the share button. We have to share news of the injustice.” Then we shake our heads in dismay, I can’t believe what the world is coming to… You can’t even watch the news… Aren’t they feeding us what we want to see? The media feeds us very well.
As our humor becomes darker. Oh, that’s right, it’s called sarcasm. It isn’t my fault if you don’t get it, or if you’re too sensitive. We, as a race have become so callous. We look for a reason to be upset, or that’s what they tell us, as if there is something wrong with having a heart. How can we as a race look at our brothers and sisters in pain, and laugh? We share pictures of strangers found on the internet, with a cute caption never considering the person in the photograph. I know, I know – it’s a meme, lighten up, right? But the focus of our jokes is the person. We are attacking, shaming, laughing at the person. Aren’t we all made in the image of God?
Don’t get me wrong, I am far from perfect. I am guilty of laughing at this or that meme. Then saving it to send to a friend – because I would never publicly share something like that! I am human, after all. One day something hit me – what are doing?
When I was a young girl, I read Pollyanna, my favorite childhood book, by Eleanor H. Porter – how many times did I read it? Ms. Pollyanna, you see found the beauty in everything and everyone. For a long time, it was my goal to be just like her. Eventually, it was second nature. At what point did I become jaded? At what point did the darkness entice me? At what point did life lose its beauty – it’s luster? Have I lost all of my innocence? Will I ever be able to regain it? I no longer watch the news, I don’t click on those sad, tragic, unjust news stories. I just can’t. It’s not that I wish to delude myself, or hideaway from what’s happening in the world – don’t my friends, family, coworkers, internet homepage keep me abreast of the “issues” should I wish to “click”, read, or follow up?
(Snapshot of today’s highlights on abcnews.go.com )
I find a greater joy, fulfillment, in searching for beauty, humor that is not at the expense of who a person is. Let us not forget the Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. In other words, treat others the way we want to be treated. What if we embraced the good in the world and contributed to it? What if we were intentional about sharing little acts of kindness – if only one – throughout our day? But then, things are just as they are, going as foretold. I choose not to participate.
First two photographs – credit Google images