The Sky Is Falling!!

The sky is falling!! 
                                 The sky is falling!!

This morning, sipping on my first cup of java for the day, I cruised through the headlines looking for an interesting topic to start the day with. When I got to the bottom of the list, it seemed that everyone in the whole world was at each others throats. Slowly, I went back over the list to see if any part of the planet had been spared.

Looking for a glimmer of hope amongst the violence and despair, I tried to focus on the few articles that seemed to promise some peace. Among the few positive stories I found, I looked for some indication that doom was not approaching, scorching everything in its path. To my dismay I could not shed the awful foreboding that still hung over me.

Rising from the chair in my writers den, I glanced out the window. The sun was just rising and the daffodils perked up at the promise of a new day. A few brave bees, hungry from the winter fast, began to work their way from flower to flower in a feast that must have tasted like that first raspberry I get from the patch every spring. The dark cloud of war that hung over me began to fade. Life is good!

It dawns on me that most of the strife in the world is of the making of those who live in that part of the world. Me, I am living a relatively peaceful existence in a world of my own making. I am not being attacked by my enemies because I am careful not to do those things that make enemies. I have many friends because being a friend to those in need is a priority in my life. The clear blue sky above me signifies a life filled with such friends.

The list goes on as I recall all the choices I have made in the past that have created this life that I live. But, it is not enough to brag about our success when we know full well that people out there are living in fear for their lives, living in war torn zones that are not of their own making, crying out in their despair for a little peace. Where are all their friends?

Usually, those people are living in a world created for them by their parents, and grandparents, and a society that spreads this hate and violence from one generation to the next. When I see a child suffering in the midst of all this, I begin to feel the dark cloud form over my head once more. We will not have World Peace until all parents demand it for their children's sake.

For them, the sky is indeed falling. As I settle in once more to read the morning news, now it looks more like a weather report from around the world. This day will pass, a storm filled with hate that cannot sustain itself forever.  Unless they pass it on to their children.

Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow for them.

Personal Values are important if we wish for World Peace