Yesterday, I stopped saying the world’s a terrible place.
It’s true that there are bad people in the world. It’s true that there are many problems with the world that facilitate bad people. But do you know what’s truer?
THERE ARE GOOD PEOPLE.
For every bad person out there, there are a million good people. When tragedy strikes, these people don’t hesitate. They risk their own lives to help others. While it doesn’t fix what the bad people do, it tempers it. The good people help keep the bad people from becoming worse people.
The good people run toward explosions.
The good people take back the plane.
The good people get shot so that kids can escape.
The good people rise.
THERE ARE GOOD PEOPLE, AND THEY FAR OUTNUMBER THE BAD.
Maybe I should have come to this realization in 2001. In my defense, I was an angsty teenager with severe anxiety and depression issues. I still have those issues, but twelve years has given me better perspective. I deal with them better and I have a better view on how they can warp my thinking — you know, so I can shift the filter back where it needs to be. In days like these, it’s hard.
But, yesterday I stopped saying the world’s a terrible place.