Hiding behind a screen brings out the worst in some. How easy it is these days, to constantly offend and attack people with mean tweets and comments. I am often shocked by the brutality and coldness people can show, with just a few words.
Language is a powerful weapon. Words, like stones, are thrown at you when you are most vulnerable. Reading comments on unmoderated online sites like Yahoo makes me physically sick to my stomach. Empathy, Civility, Humanity, and Compassion frequently seem to be nonexisting.
What I read online, is often such an insult to my core beliefs. I think the majority of people have a big heart and are good by nature. I need to believe that, because my world would fall into pieces, if I would think otherwise -and so would I.
I know I am right. I can see it everywhere, we all can. It just seems that our focus has shifted. The loud and noisy get the attention these days, what is a shame. THE GOOD often happens quietly, unseen and unnoticed.
Tears cried in silence are the hardest one for me to witness. I cannot watch people cry without interfering in some form or way. Crying is a plea for help -help that I am so willing to give, but often don’t know how and when to give it.
I suppose tears would show me the obvious and could guide me. Imagine all the homeless and the hungry in this world would cry -I suppose we all would help more.
Perhaps I need to learn to search for uncried tears, to prevent the real ones from happening.