OK, I have to admit that lately I have been in quite a writer’s slump. I think it may as simple as a seasonal condition with living under the clouds each day as we make our way through winter. Darkness breeds darkness and my thoughts lately have been wrapped around the fact that America may have lost it’s way.
Violence on our streets, homeless rates never seen before since the great depression and the mentally ill walking the streets. There was a time in our history where the cost of taxation was just about 2% of our income. People gave freely and helped those in need. Now we give through force or threat to a government that assumed the role of addressing these same problems, yet I never see any change.
The stock market is plunging once again and no matter what you hear on the news, good jobs are still hard to come by. The cost of healthcare is sky rocketing and I am getting old.
Through all of this darkness I still see a beacon of light through the distant fog. I live a nice simple life and am intelligent enough to understand the world around me. No matter what the world will always be the same. But it is me who finds joy in each day and understanding that by spreading this joy I can slowly change the world if just one soul at a time.
It is perfectly fine to think dark thoughts at times. Finding success is a matter of moving as quickly as possible from these thoughts and re-discover all of the positive things in our own little worlds in which we live. There are always more positive aspects of our lives than there are negative ones. In the darkness of winter there is a seed what waits upon the dawn of a new spring to push itself up through the ground in which it lays and grows into a magnificent flower.