We are surrounded by brilliance, yet all we see is the gloom.
Ah, the irony. In this age of miraculous innovation, unparalleled health, and prodigious technological advances, we find ourselves burdened with an incessant sense of decay. The sun shines brighter, yet the news whispers—no, shouts—of darkness. It is not that the world has dimmed; it is our gaze that has been clouded by the cacophony of negativity that parades itself as news. Like a firefly’s light—a coruscate beam—flickering in the night, the good around us struggles to pierce the thick veil of despondency that the headlines have sewn.
Yes, coruscate. A word seldom used, but perfectly apt. It describes those fleeting flashes of brilliance that dance on the periphery of our vision, much like the genuine progress humanity has made. They are there, luminescent and real, yet we fail to see them because the haze of fear-mongering obstructs our view. The media, my friends, is a master of amplification, but only when it comes to the grisly and grotesque. The beautiful and benevolent go unnoticed, like diamonds buried in a mound of coal.
What a tragedy that in a time when infant mortality plummets, when lifespans extend, and when poverty recedes, we are told to focus on chaos, disaster, and malfeasance. The advances we’ve made should dazzle us—each scientific discovery should shimmer in our consciousness like a spark from a diamond, but instead, we are captivated by catastrophe.
The very human condition, it seems, is drawn to drama, to the macabre, to the fall of the tower and the crashing of waves against the shore. But make no mistake—this is not reality’s fault. This is not because the world is truly worse. It is because we are attuned to see only the turbulence. The quiet, coruscating beauty of progress is too subtle for the incessant clamor of modern discourse.
Do not be fooled by the din. The world, dear listener, is shining. Yes, it is flawed, and yes, it falters, but we are, without a doubt, moving towards a brighter horizon. Look for those coruscate moments of brilliance, the flashes of hope that signal we are on the right path. But you must look—you must resist the temptation to drown in the pessimism spoon-fed to you by those who profit from your despair.
The news will never tell you that things are getting better, because better is not sensational. But rest assured, the light is there, glimmering in the darkness. You just have to remember to look beyond the shadows to see it.
And that, my friends, is the truth we must cling to.
