Pessimists look away! I'm going to indulge in a hearty bit of perkiness today. It's over a year since I made the conscious decision to steer away from mainstream news reports on TV, radio and in written form. I've touched on it a couple of times in blog posts now. Having weaned myself off updates through the day about the world's woe it's not a habit that I'm about to return to anytime soon. No girlie is an island of course and some stuff still filters through. And that is perhaps a good thing. Some awareness spurs me to take positive action. But it's the constant wallowing and frequent discussion that arise from it that I've stopped. I'm sure it's contributed towards me being a happier more mentally resilient person than I was a few short months ago.
I'm not denying that using the news as active propaganda to undermine a population doesn't exist. However I don't think that there's always particularly sinister motives behind journalists bathing us with regular updates of the bad things going on in the world. The necessity of keeping informed about tragedy is just something that's been ingrained in our culture. Yet it needs to be questioned for it causes a drum to beat in the collective psyche. 'The world is a bad place, the world is a bad place'. No wonder there is so much anxiety, anger and hopelessness if this is the constant message that we receive.
I'm saddened by the less than philanthropic goings on in charities around the world. Yes that's one of the things that got through the filter. But do you know what? Minute by minute around the world thousands of people working in the same organisations are carrying out acts of remarkable kindness. Extending beyond the charitable sector most of us will behave in a way that fosters love of ourselves, others and our planet hundreds of times during each waking day. Among them are countless moments of tenderness. Yes there are baddies but surely all that love counteracts their deeds? Beautiful feats of creation are occurring. People are capable of astonishing things and so it is with nature in the wider sense.
The daffodils come back! I spotted clumps of them on the roadside on my way home from the airport yesterday. Hundreds of them. Each one a miracle but so commonplace we barely appreciate it. Seeing them was enough to convince me that there is more good going on in the world than bad. Now wouldn't that be marvellous if we lived in a world where the unfurling of the flowers each spring makes headline news?