Enough dwelling on suffering, yours and the world's. You say you have had enough. Well, then, why dwell on that which you have had enough of? Dwell on that which you want more of.
Why distress yourself? It is so easy for you to find something that will sink your heart low. Believe Me, it is just as easy to find something to lift your heart high. Lift your heart high as a torch. Your job is to lift your heart and the hearts of others. Your job is not to point out the errors of the world. Whom does that profit?
You abound with criticism. You nag yourself, and you nag the world. Criticize your criticism, and throw it away. You have found yourself lacking and the world lacking enough to last centuries. Criticizing is not endearing nor is it meant to endure. You find so many big and little things to disapprove of, and you say Tut, tut. The world needs not your seal of approval nor disapproval. The world needs you to find things about life to love. Love the little things if you cannot the big ones. It is the love that matters. It is love that will rescue the world.
Sometimes, when I speak of love, you'd think I was speaking a foreign language, or telling you a fairy tale. Even fairy tales have truth in them. But love is not a made-up story. Love is the only thing that is true. Throw away your facts and statistics, and you will know love.
You say it is hard to love the world in the state it's in. You ask, How is it possible to love turmoil, craziness, and hearts seemingly bereft of love?
Where is love more needed, I ask.
Love is not meant to be frosting. It is meant to be the cake. Your love is needed.
The world appears to be an apple with a worm in it. Can you not still love the apple and relish its juice? Must you call meetings about the worm in the apple? Must you bewail it and flail against it?
Can you not love your knee when it is bruised? Can you not even love the bully and the warmonger? Can you not even love those who hate? What is all your love for? Love everything you love, and then add more love to the pile. Love even those whose despair is so great that they would pound the world and hurt it. Love even those who do not love, for they need to know the meaning of the word. And how else would you teach them?
Right now, in the silence of your room and in the silence of your heart, bestow love upon those who you feel are not worthy of it. Let them feel a waft of sweetness. Let them wonder what it is they feel and where it comes from. Keep applying your love to the universe as you would a coat of paint. Your love will adhere.
Consider that your love will go out like fairy dust.
You are laden with love from so many directions. Consider how good it feels even to you when you receive a little more. Love is what you bless others with. You have found room in your heart for the downtrodden. Now find room even for those who have been the trodders of the innocent. Send them love so it will be impossible for them to continue to cause harm to others. Meet havoc with love, beloveds. What else is there to meet it with?