One Good Eye

The only thing he knew for sure was that he couldn’t watch or read the news anymore.

It’s not that he didn’t care; it was that he cared too much and “too much” was the perfect way to describe the world right now. There was too much violence, too much suffering, too much fear, too much greed, too much apathy, too much arrogance, etc. The list went on and on…

This wasn’t new news.

In fact, it was as old as time.

What was new were the number of people who were waking up to the fact that the world is broken.

He’d been among the early adopters, in that regard. He’d always known or at least sensed that things were not as they seemed, that all that glittered wasn’t gold, that the emperor was indeed not wearing any clothes.

Now, the chaos seemed to be reaching a crescendo and those that had always been so confident in their ability to keep bad things from happening to them were beginning to question that assertion.

The questioning alone was enough to set the wheels of change in motion. But change never comes easily or without a cost, and the benefactors of the way things had always been weren’t going to go down without a fight.

And so it began.

And every time it seemed as if things might finally be getting better and there was cause for hope, something else fell apart and and back the world would go:

To rejecting.
To blaming.
To hating.
To killing.

And every time something else fell apart, he’d feel the same way:

Angry
Vindictive
Overwhelmed
Sad
Powerless
Numb

Even though deep down inside he knew that all was as it should be and would eventually serve a greater good, he just couldn’t watch anymore.

“Sometimes you have to turn a blind eye to the bad”, he said. “Before you stop being able to see anything good.”