Relative Something

I enjoyed the pleasure of not seeing the news that was overly dominated with gloom yesterday, but I did happen upon a discussion detailing the fact of how morbid the focus was. As a result of having not seen it, things don’t appear so dark to me right now. Certainly not as dark as it must appear to someone who read all the horrifying headlines. At the same time, someone could read only bliss-filled happy news and come to see the world as unrealistically sanitized by all-encompassing goodness. For every terrible story, there is a wonderful story. I believe there must be some middle ground that somehow people deserve to discover.

I fantasize about an instant when everyone in the world suddenly runs to that middle ground, slamming the door on the militant vitriol of either extreme, and sits down long enough to find their breathing calm to normal. Then my mind has them discovering the revelation that the planet doesn’t explode as a result. None of the worst fears the people had imagined actually happen. But then, everyone would live happily ever after, and that’s where my fantasy breaks down. I just can’t seem to suspend my disbelief long enough.