Has it got worse?

(Inspired by a recent post on It’s Good to be Crazy Sometimes.)

After the horrifying mass murder-suicide in 1978 of 909 Americans at the direction of their leader, the so-called Reverend Jim Jones, I asked my grandmother the same question this blogger is asking.

“Has the world gotten worse?” I asked my grammy. “Are people more evil now than they used to be?”

I expected my grandmother to tell me that yes, the world was much worse than it had been when she was born in 1912. But Grammy shook her head firmly and said, “No. The world has always been this bad.”

I was in my twenties then and my grandmother was in her sixties. Today, I am in my sixties and my 23 year old granddaughter is in an anthropology graduate program at Harvard University. And today, almost four decades later, I agree with what my grandmother told me all those years ago.

No, the world has not gotten any worse, it has always been this bad. However, as several commenters have pointed out on the original post, there is just as much good in the world as there is evil. In fact, there is far more good than evil. Every single day, all over this planet, there are countless millions of people living quiet peaceful lives, doing what is right and good. These are people who love, people who care, people who work hard, people who are responsible, people who selflessly provide for their families. These are the people who encourage the downtrodden and give what they can to help the poor and needy.

There are countless random acts of kindness and mercy happening all around us, every day, all over this great big wonderful world. But we rarely hear about all the good things that are happening because, when it comes to the news media: “If It Bleeds, It Leads.”

I try every day, in my small way, to add a little goodness to the lives of those around me. This is how I fight against the darkness and evil. I count my blessings, I thank God for the many good things in my life, and I reach out and share some of the good that I have been given with others.

I also try not to read or watch the news very much, because what we focus on is what we see.

God bless. Here’s a great big grandmother’s ((HUG)) if you want one.

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Please visit the original blog post and share some kindness. Thank you!

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I try and avoid bad stuff, I don’t like hearing that people have died for no reason, but I find that often it can’t be avoided and I am now starting to think that hate is getting worse.

Particuarlly racism, some of the things I see, sends chills through me. Things like, an article comes out about the concentration camps from world war 2 and people are putting that should be the place for refugees.

Did we not learn anything from either war?

I wonder how people got so ignorant and it makes me sad that this is the world I am bringing up my son.

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3 thoughts on “Has it got worse?

  1. S March 4, 2016 / 8:08 am

    I will take that great big grandmothers hug; I need one:) This article was healing for me. One of my grandmothers was wise, but, she died when I was 12 so I didn’t get to benefit a whole lot from her teachings but she was very loving and kind. So I benefitted in that way. It’s nice to hear you quote your grandmother and her wise words. That’s another thing, I didn’t pay much attention in my history classes in HS, so I was really quite naive. I learned the hard way. I’ve seen so much evil in these especially last 10 years. You give me hope that there really is just as much good out there if not more.

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    • Lady Quixote/Linda Lee March 4, 2016 / 8:31 am

      Aww, here is another big ((HUG)), dear S. And a ❤ to go with it.

      My "Grammy" wasn't a loving grandmother, unfortunately. She was my mother's mother and she had many, if not all, of the traits of narcissistic personality disorder. That one conversation with her about the condition of the world, was one of the very few moments I felt as though she was not actively disliking the very fact of my existence.

      However, I am super fortunate in that I knew HER mother, my great grandmother Dollie, who was very loving toward me. That great grandmother lived until I was eight. I also remember my maternal grandfather's mother, my great grandmother Willie, who lived until I was nineteen. She also was very loving towards me.

      Although I am "only" 62 going on 63, I have a precious 3 year old great grandson. So my hugs are actually great grandma hugs — the best kind, in my experience.

      And yes, there really is very much that is right with the world. Sweet caring people like YOU are the best part of it.

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