I am not a cynic

I don’t sugar coat my writing. Just read and reflect.

I don’t know if I can be a journalist because when tragic news events happen, they consume my mind … more so than the average person. I hate seeing sadness in thew world, and I hate knowing there is nothing I can do to make it go away. I hate seeing the anger and hatred it brings out in people. I wish people would substitute their anger with patience and love.

If you know me you know I rarely, if ever, voice my opinion on anything. I am putting myself out on a limb here — not sure how it will be interpreted.

I don’t know anyone else like me. I feel sympathy for everyone, whether you are the victim or the murderer. There is a place in my heart for you because I know that everything happens for a reason. I can’t control the actions of those “bad” people in the world, but being angry and wishing  they suffer a painful death does not make me a better person…it does not bring peace to my soul or the world I live in. It just emphasizes hatred and disregard for others.

I have my ideal world in my head: everyone loves one another, there is no judgment, no ignorance, no hatred. The problem is this ideal world will never exist.

I don’t know what to do. Through actions, one person can make a difference, but through reason, one cannot. My ideology of loving all, no matter their actions, is rare. I’ve  yet to meet another person who would truly sees the good in everyone as I do.