I’m Not A Lover Or A Fighter

I have found that reading the news lately severely impacts my overall mood. I don’t even read full articles anymore. I get about a paragraph and a half in, just enough to get a gist of the story, and then I move on.

The problem is there is so much to be upset by and it got me thinking about how we react to the world around us.

Currently with the U.S. election there are a lot of people trying to get people to vote, highlighting vote suppression, making their voices heard. With the Black Lives Matter movement people are out in the street protesting, making their voices heard. With the issue of immigration at the border people are volunteering their services, highlighting the injustice, making their voices heard. I think you see a pattern here.

I am not one of these people.

It’s not that I’m not bothered by all of these things but I’ve just never been the stand up and take action type person. I’m not a fighter so to speak. Perhaps I’ve never gotten to the point where I felt my one voice, even if used to help amplify all the others, was really going to make that much more of a difference.

I do believe people should be held accountable.

So in that regard I’m not someone who unconditionally loves everyone and sees the best in people all the time. On the contrary my personal point of view is that most people are terrible. I usually prefer the company of my dog than to other humans,

So where does that leave me?

While I can definitely see the big picture I am more interested in the individual struggle. I prefer to be involved on a personal level rather than a global one. I’ve decided that I am a healer and I would rather help one person than trying to help everyone. I believe that taking on too much for me takes too much of an emotional toll and leaves me unable to helpful to anyone.

I’m not sure if this is the best way to be but I know I can’t help anyone if my well is dry so this is probably the best way for me to be.


About Sean White

A self-made minus-millionaire.
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