Switching off

The only television I sit down and watch, apart from the occasional sports game, is the news. So much of it these days is especially bad news, but some would say I am getting older, so I just see it that way, and with that I would not agree. One should see what’s happening in Europe, the UK, and especially the United States of America, and the Middle East, and almost everywhere else for that matter. I have found news about the United States especially acerbating. Therefore, I decided to switch off the television for a month or longer. In times like these, I need the simple pleasures to keep positive. In my ‘island’ away from the world, it only makes sense to maintain its peacefulness and not let the world in. But I felt it: what is happening throughout the world is terrible indeed. For me, I have a choice to switch off from it all for a while. And that I am doing. I have found the break very soothing so far. My alarm clock is set for January. Wake me up then. I will sleep through the alarm clock.

Real life

As I look around my neighbourhood, it is plain. There is a service station across the road, a real estate agent next door, and flats on the other side. They have a pile of boxes needing recycling. I do not know what is going on for the people inside these walls: the people’s stories, their lives. I can smell the smoke of someone who lit up a cigarette, but I do not know if there is some burning issue in that life.

When I turn on the television news, I get a glimpse of what is happening inside the lives of others. It is not a real look, though, but I get an idea. There is injustice and violence and the messages coming through the images can bring up someone’s own issue, such as mistreatment of the innocent and injustice. A bit like the images I saw some day. But there is always the bird chirping, ‘singing’, in the early morning, alive and with life to offer. One hears its call.