Positive news in a sea of hopelessness

Now seems to be the worst of times to be alive in. Is anything going well at all in the world?

All kinds of wrong people are in the news for all the stupid reasons. Stupidity, greed and selfishness have reached incredible heights.

Like a needle in a haystack, positive news is almost invisible. Thankfully, its not non-existent.

So, I will focus on what warmed my battered heart a bit:

People aren't stopping protesting against atrocities. The Grammy, Bafta and Emmy awards are strewn with A-listers displaying their resistance to injustice and xenophobia.
More and more people are coming out of the stigma of mental illness, owning their vulnerabilities and their demons
Common people are rebuilding forests, restoring greenery and fighting for their need for a healthy environment
A teenage boy in Australia swims two hours without a life jacket, fighting strong waves, steeling himself to bring help to his stranded family
A Hindu gym owner in India calls himself Mohd. Deepak and saves his Muslim neighbour from goons
An Anganwadi cook in Uttarakhand India shields school children from a bee attack, losing her life in the process

For now, this is the oxygen I need. Maybe next week will bring more such fresh air.

Amen to that.

#Darkages #Lossofhope #worstoftimes #troubledtimes

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