I’ve started 2013 fairly quiet here at The Awkward Dancer, and not really on purpose. I’ve had a lot rolling around my mind lately, yet whenever I sit down to write… words seem to elude me.
I’m still observing, though. Experiencing. Learning. Searching.
I read the news every morning and the majority of the time I find myself shaking my head, completely dumbfounded by how this world functions. Yesterday, I read a story with the headline “Woman Robbed While Having Seizure on Light Rail” and it seriously messed me up. For the rest of the day, I felt this sense of sadness and anger. How could someone do that to a fellow human being? I don’t understand how such selfishness continues to run so rampant in our society. I didn’t know this woman, but reading her story made me feel defeated. Like the world had gone to hell and I was left wondering what the point was.
Last night, I was up late struggling with an epic RLS flare up. I was pacing around my dark house, frustrated and trying to calm the muscles in my legs while reading the latest news on my iPad.
I clicked on the story and stood still in the middle of my pitch-black living room, reading. I was smiling by the time I reached the end. Patrick Morgan reminded me that the world has not gone completely to hell.
There’s hope for us, yet.