Making Sense

The whole world looks distracted now. There is so much news to consume, if one decides to. My always-open-to-be-distracted mind chomps on such crazy periods. Puts all my creative drives on the back burner.

The uncertainty marks everything else futile. What is the point of anything when a few minds can decide to put the whole world in such turmoil?

Read. Write. Do whatever. Everything else feels meaningless.

I understand nothing. I am far away from the land affected. From the people affected. I read about millions of lives affected. About lives lost. Did they know what was coming their way as they lived their normal life? How confident am I that my life will stay normal? That it won't be uprooted on a whim or a frenzy?

I am not meant to understand. But I wonder if people who are close, are in a position of power or decision-making, do they even understand what's happening? Does anyone feel in control?

I could decide to tune the noise out. But, unfortunately, I am not a monk.