Bradley | Oct 13, 2020 | 0
The World Grows More Dangerous by the Day
Hmm, my world doesn’t seem to have that.
Please know that I mean no offense to someone living in a war-torn or otherwise terribly dangerous country.
This is more about reading, living, even co-existing with the news of the world.
Here’s my news: my nieces wrote books and they’re coming out next week.
I don’t really care (anymore) about world politics, it sucks that there is so much plastic in the oceans (I bought a SodaStream), and there are murders and guns and killings seemingly everywhere.
Yep, I know.
But I make videos in the woods with my dog about how to create books and improve relationships with family.
I don’t feel bad or guilty about it.
One of my books last year (Decide) had a subtitle that’s growing on me more and more:
There’s usually a choice.
It’s usually yours.
I’ll say it again: I’m sorry if you live in a terrible place. I hope you can find a way out–or a way to make it better.
But for those of us who read and watch the news and it’s affecting how we live? We do have a choice.
I choose to help my nieces write books.
Am I an ostrich? Hiding my head in the sand and hoping the world’s problems will go away? Yes and no.
Yes, I have my head in the sand but I do what I can to make the world a better place.
I believe it comes through individual relationships. One person and another person. From there, it spreads.
But it starts with you–and that other person.
At the moment, I choose my nieces.
I’m making their world a better place.
In turn, they’re writing books to help others.
OK, I can’t hold back, here are links to their books below.
But that dangerous world? I don’t know, it’s just not my world. Yes, I’m fortunate, but I also have a choice.