There is such beauty in the world, such innocence, so much that is miraculous.
It’s almost, I don’t know, criminal that we focus on anything but.
We log onto social media spoiling for a fight, daring the rest of the world to offend us.
We fill the airwaves with the latest reports of humanity’s inhumanity.
“Be afraid. Be very afraid. If the sky is not falling today, then the forecast is grim for the weekend.”
Why not seek out peace? Why not see the yearning for comfort in the eyes of the people who disagree with us but, in the end, are just as human as our own families?
I can be as outraged as the next person. After all, we’re being ruled by people who think Nineteen Eighty-Four has a happy ending. “He loved Big Brother,” after all. Isn’t that the goal?
I would rather learn from one puppy how to love chasing leaves in the wind, than teach a thousand sheep how to toe the line.
Go follow the puppy.