HEALING A HEART IN A WORLD GONE CRAZY

Today I am confused. I am trying, like every one of us, to be happy. Now, more than ever, I am minding my own business, trying not to let the insanity around me intrude on my peace of mind. After all, I am in the process of healing a heart in need of repair.

I tell myself that, going forward, my goal should be to give more love to my fellow man—as corny as it seems, to learn to love each member of humanity. I know that I am the only one hurt by holding a resentment towards anyone. In that light, my goal must also be to find love in my heart, even for those whom I would really rather not. Perhaps I am performing this exercise selfishly in order to allow my newly repaired heart to have a fresh start. But I let the love flow!

Yet all around me, the world seems to be going crazy. My very own country appears to have created a marketing campaign targeted towards convincing its citizens that we are the ones elected to rid the world of evil. In order to personify evil, so that we might relate more easily, our government has given it a name—Saddam Hussein.

I suppose one of the rules of good marketing is to create a simple concept, a sound byte—to make sure everyone grasps the idea in an instant. The second rule surely must be to replay the sound byte relentlessly until it is something we must dream about. By now, I think we all get the point that Mr. Hussein is indeed the embodiment of evil.

Although I never intended to talk politics in my journal, I am now driven to do so only because politics is continually intruding on my personal space, disrupting my private peace.

To be continued…