There are witches and pirates in the closet, and an alligator under the bed… so don’t let your hands of feet fall off to the side of the mattress, or you might not have them in the morning… (my oldest sister’s warning)
There was a comic strip, not so long ago, called Bloom County, in which one of the characters, Binkley, had an Anxiety Closet complete with monsters who were always trying to push past the door. I can still relate. But I have come to realize that anxiety is not reality.
There is a lot wrong with the world, and there are evil people in it – but that’s no reason to give up hope. Nor, to give in to the idea the world just plain sucks. It doesn’t.
Everywhere around me, I see people working hard to make a difference, to ease the suffering of others, to create beauty, and to share that beauty, and dare I say, hope.
For every bad guy, there are thousands of everyday people who reach out, who educate, who share, who comfort, who literally take the coat off their backs and give them to one who is cold.
I believe in goodness. I have seen it, first hand. From the woman in the supermarket who sat down on the floor with a young man with Downs who became separated from his mother, and waited until they were reunited, singing a song with him, to the elderly man who offered me his seat in the DMV, to the kid on the skateboard who helped his buddy up after a spill.
It’s easy to give up on the world, to give in to cynicism. But, it’s also easy to say, THIS IS WHAT I AM GRATEFUL FOR. Fill in the blanks.
This hasn’t been an easy ride, but from where I am, I can still see the stars, I have fingers that play the guitar, and I am blessed with the hope of tomorrow. My sorrows are all in my great big box of sorrows, but because the box is so big, I can sit on it, comfortably, while I play my guitar.