It’s been 53 days since I limited my Facebook time in search of a more content and peaceful life. I initially cut facebooking out completely for a total of 27 days, and then limited use to once a week.
It hasn’t been easy. I’ve felt disconnected from the world at times. But on the plus side, I’ve felt disconnected from the world at times. I feel like the last person on the planet to hear about tragedies, hate, and horrible news.
It’s been nice to bury my head in the sand.
It’s not sustainable. I want to stay informed, to an extent, on what’s going on around me. But my head has been free of anger and confusion.
I’ve been able to wake up each morning and have my first thought not be “why is this hate still going on?”
The truth is, there has always been hate. There has always been tragedies. There has always been division, war, violence, and sadness. Sometimes I wonder what the point is of knowing all about it at all times. What does that do to me? It sure doesn’t make me feel very good. There is not much I can do to change the world, except do what I’ve already set out to do. Be kind to those I meet and to teach my kids to practice that same kindness.
To not hate or judge anyone based on their external qualities. No matter their beliefs, color, age, physical abilities, etc.
This is what I offer to the world. And it’s all I can do right now. I will be a friend to anyone with the need for friendship.
Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.