Farah Fawcett-dead. Michael Jackson-dead. Head of the state of South Carolina-accused of running away from duty with his mistress. A movie about robots and boobies is number one at the box office. It's a day like this-a rare day where good news, never exactly in the majority, seems to be purged altogether from the national radar screen. In short, the glass is totally half-empty-or so says the media, the public, etc. etc.
This is in response to someone who said to me earlier today, basically, the following: "Gah this world sucks. It's awful. This world is awful."
I beg to differ.
There's something beautiful about a world that gives us ears to listen to music-then tops that off by giving us music ranging from Moby to Jason Robert Brown to Kanye West to Rob Thomas to Coldplay to yes, Michael Jackson.
There's something to treasure about country that mixes the "Transformers" and "Slumdog Millionaires" of the world and finds an audience for both.
There's something incredible about the resolve of a human being who struggles so ferociously against disease-who loves life so much they'll fight for it.
There's something beautiful about damn near everything-and there is no day but today.
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