I don’t watch much TV, and I don’t read or watch the news. Years ago, when I really started to dive deep into the world of meditation, I couldn’t anymore. I couldn’t because my sensitivity was so heightened to what I was feeding into my mind, much in the same way that I mind what I eat, what I read, and what I listen to. I just couldn’t expose my senses to the information overload, much of which veers towards negativity and old news—that is, a world that “already became” as opposed to a world that is “in the becoming.”
In the beginning, I would cringe a bit when something had happened in the world that I was “supposed to know about,” and I was the last one to find out about it.
But the truth is, that’s how I like it. I like being selectively informed of the news I ought to know by the loved ones who are near me. In other words, I like my news to be curated by those who know me best.
Today I had a daydream . . .
I dreamed of a world where the common news is curated not by adults who are already weary of a world that is lost to them;
I want to read news that is curated by those young ones who have a fresh outlook. A fresh perspective on all that already is. Because in their book, all that is is only the launchpad for something much, much better.
And I want to make sure that more of us are looking upon THAT world right there with them.
Give me a newspaper that reads as brightly as that—filled to the brim with possibilities of what can be—and I’d be happy to read from it. I’d be happy to be influenced by it.
