The Hope That The Best is Yet To Come is What Keeps Me Going
And not just for me, but for all of us as a human collective.
I’m a pessimist Stuck in an optimist’s body. A negative mind with a faithfully positive heart and pure soul. But at the end of the day, I’m a realist and a keen observer. I’ve watched things of all sorts, things of vastly great importance to all of us, get exponentially worse as time has gone on throughout my overall short 36-plus years on this earth. Again, not just for me, but for the majority of us as a whole.
School shootings happen so regularly, they don’t even all make the news nowadays. There are just too many of them and too few news stations. From opiate epidemics to scandals within the catholic church and the sexual abuse of children on a wide scale by priests for decades before anything was done about it, all the way down to Covid-19 and the Pandemic it left in its wrath, to natural disasters no town or city could've properly prepared for, even if they were given a fair heads up by God himself.
Mental health is either on a serious decline for all of us as a collective, or people are just fairly recently willing to admit it to themselves and others and seek proper professional help, be it therapy, medication, or both.
