Are we going to Hell?

Paradise Lost...
Out in the garden, a mother blackbird is frantically trying to keep a fallen nestling safe, probably more than one. Her strident alarm call has been going on for two days now. Not constantly, but whenever a cat gets too near, or she thinks a danger warrants it.
This happens every year and usually ends in disaster.
It seems disaster lurks everywhere, just waiting for the opportunity to strike. This world is rapidly turning into a painful place, a place I don’t really want to be.
I tell myself it has to be my imagination, these incidents of terror and sadness cannot possibly be accelerating, but fear they are.
Just lately, it has been hard to concentrate on anything much, what with all the disasters. It seems every time you turn on the TV, something else has happened.
I’m sure we are all haunted by the scenes of slaughter on that far away beach in Tunisia, and now the tragedy in the UK.A plane taking part in an air show has just fallen out of the sky, not so far from where I live. Happy people were going about their lives when death pounced and took them away.
It would appear that none of us is really safe, disaster can strike at anytime, anywhere, and I want to run around like that mother blackbird, screaming a warning to keep us all safe.
But safety seems to be an illusion, perpetuated by the notion that these things simply cannot happen to you, not to ordinary people.
But it can. More often than not, the ordinary people suffer most.
How can we hope to rise above this misery, this depression, knowing our beautiful world is going to hell in a basket?