It's All Too Much Really

I usually do a blog post on Sundays but could not come up with a topic . I woke this morning still wondering what to write about.

I keep up with the news, reading a newspaper (on newsprint) every day, listening to news reports on the radio, and catching snippets on Yahoo. Increasingly, they leave me feeling detached.

I’m a bleeding heart for disasters (famine & war in particular) but, these days, not much else seems to stir anything except fatalism in my mind and emotion. I am overwhelmed by the scale of the problems that charities helping overseas try and deal with though they can merely scratch the surface.

Frankly, the world news seems to keep me in a shell-shocked state. I no longer have the optimism of youth. I don’t, even in the wisdom of old age, have answers that will make the world a better place.

If there is a God (called by whatever name) – and I believe there is – I can only assume that that God has a plan for humanity and I can only watch the scene of my lifetime play out.