I Can’t Stop the Cynic in Me

I walk a very thin line of trying to keep up with world news enough to not be completely ignorant and in the dark about important stuff, but not enough to let it wreak havoc on my mental health. Right now, it is all harmful to me. I know ignoring it and pretending life is wonderful for all is ridiculous, and impossible. But it is just as impossible to make sense of anything anymore. Everyone has their own opinion about everything; facts are an ancient art form that have been so muddled and scraped over by false interpretations and political agendas that the fragments of truth don’t even form half the picture. So, what do we do with these table scraps? I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. Some say pray, and I’m all for the positivity of prayer, but it doesn’t seem to be quite enough. Because prayer requires action, not just some pretty words and a coin in the bucket. Prayer is the easy part. You don’t even have to believe in a god to pray. But to make any difference at all, what can we do, and for what purpose? And who can say that purpose is even the right one? After all, there are so many sides, so many beliefs and opinions. Everyone is fighting for something different. And we are all losing.

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