The truth of our world is that there is a lot of bad. There are unexplainable, bad, sad, evil, awful things that happen.
I feel like they've been piling up a little bit lately.
It is so incredibly to let them bury me.
To get caught up in the news of the bad.
All the negative reporting, the focus on the tragedies.
The deaths that happen around me. Some expected, some not.
Both ways, they still leave an impact.
For me, it's a matter of balancing the bad with the good.
It's a matter of living with my eyes open and allowing myself to feel pain and sadness. It's also a matter of finding the good. The in spite ofs.
The fact that in spite of all this, this awfulness, there is good.
There is joy.
There is love.