Staring into the abyss

In the last 2 years there has been an insane amount of uncertainty. Covid. Inflation. War. It seems for the last 730 days we have been on the edge of a chasm, staring down into the deep dark depths, unsure of what terrible future awaits us.

How do we persevere in our day-to-day lives when it seems like the end of days sits precariously at the doorstep?

Is it an abyss?

Or is just a mirage?

How will we know?

It is close to impossible to ignore the terms that are everywhere in the headlines. Nuclear War. Unprecedented inflation. The reemergence of Covid.

Is this the new normal?

A constant state of feeling like at the drop of a pen it can all come crashing down.

Or is it just a mirage?

Are things not as bad as it seems?

I tend to think that news stations don’t have our best interest at heart. They want to feed us the information that will make us feel that we have to tune back in. That we have to come back the next day. Because, what if something Earth Shaking happens.

What if the entire fabric of our society is ripped apart tomorrow. Wouldn’t you want to know?

Is this how it will always be?

Where our daily levels of angst are dictated by what was in the news that morning. Does that seem fair?

Is it fair that the depth of the pseudo-abyss that lay in front of us dictated by others?

The world right now feels like it is teeter tottering between an immeasurable abyss and complete normalcy. But, it feels impossible to tell which way it will go.

My gut believes we will go back to normalcy, but then again, if I had a pessimistic point of view then how could I choose to continue operating with that belief?

The abyss is rarely as deep and as scary as our mind makes it out to be. This isn’t saying that there aren’t deep abyss, but not every single one is as deep and as scary as it is first made out to be.