All is not lost

In a recent conversation, someone remarked that the integrity in this world is running on an all-time low. On the contrary, I feel that bad news travels faster and has even better means these days.

I am not denying that it should not be reported (because that leads to awareness and hopefully corrective measures), but good news deserves a fair chance as well (because it inspires people). Before people dismiss humanity, countries, nations, individuals, it may be worth looking for the positive. When you find it, share it forward. Not just on social media, but in action as well. Do your bit.

All is not lost. Not yet. Not on our watch.

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