I mourn the world I lived in as a child and a young adult, but I saw that world through different eyes. Generations past have also lived with war and the fear of war, with hunger and deprivation. We are exposed daily to the reality of what is going on throughout the world if we read newspapers, listen to the news, watch documentaries. I do all those things but I find pleasure and solace in living in my own small world. I keep up with what is going on outside that small world but I refuse to worry about things over which I have no control beyond putting a cross on a piece of paper in a polling station. I live my life in the moment as tomorrow is guaranteed to nobody, and I am content. I am sorry for those who are distressed by world events and who decide that this is not a world into which to bring a baby.
I don’t fear for my child’s or grandchildren’s futures either, something over which I have no power beyond that cross. I do, however, trust in God and my prayer list also seems to grow daily. I can do no more.