Replanting, Rebuilding
I used to love reading newspapers.
It was in fact the highlight of my day. I could not get enough of them, and would read not one but two or more of different newspapers. And if I make it home before 7 at night, I would switch on the television and hungrily watch the news, letting it envelop me, allowing the visuals – grim or otherwise – to reiterate what I already know.
It is funny really – the way news would explore every avenue and have every possible slant and not stop until a news story is exhausted. And I mean, exhausted.
But after some time, I realized – all the news I have been reading and watching, all that corruption and greed, all that plummeting of the stock market and political upheavals and the skyrocketing of gasoline prices – all of those would get me to a panic, and get me depressed.
I was engaged, involved, but depressed.