There is NOTHING wrong with this world at all. This is a beautiful, glorious world, full of things which we are enjoying as well as things which might not go to plan. The way we perceive the world is actually inside our heads, not outside of it. The way the world looks to us is entirely dependent on how we FEEL about it, not how it is in reality. When we feel insecure, lacking in confidence, low in self-esteem and unable to cope with the crises that are meant to enrich us, and make us more resilient, we then see the world in an entirely negative light. Everything which is supposed to be ‘bad’ looms large, while the goodness pales into the background, especially when we cannot control it or impose our views and power upon it.
But whatever ‘bad’ is happening in the world form a natural balance of two sides of the same coin: life and death. We cannot have one without the other. The seasons represent life in microcosm: spring is the vibrancy of our existence, the birth of all we desire and cherish while winter symbolises a kind of hibernation and death. Yet without winter ending we would not have spring and without spring ending we would not enjoy the glorious summer. Whatever happens in life reflects those extremes in both the ‘bad’ things and ‘good’ things which happen. That is why there is always a good reason for something bad even though it is not obvious at the time, because every bad occurrence makes room for something new.
If we lived in a world which simply had goodness at every step we would be deprived of the opportunity to develop ourselves through change. We would be weak, stagnant, apathetic people without diversity, without rebirth and without hope. Everything would remain exactly the same every day of our lives. It is the change in our world, the crises, the events and the natural disasters that regenerate our environment, develop our talents, educate our minds, bring out the best in us, hone our survival skills and make us more resilient.
This is a fantastic world and I give grateful thanks each new day that I am granted extra hours of life to be an exciting part of its birth, it’s promise, it’s awesome, unfolding existence and, inevitably, it’s death.