In Morning

Since returning to Guatemala to volunteer at Incidencia Democratica, I’ve had to arrive quite early at the office, day after day, to edit the international section of the Daily Report. What I’ve discovered is that, little by little, I’m becoming a morning person.

Ha ha! Just kidding. At five o’clock in the morning, any morning, every morning, I’d rather be under my bed’s toasty sheets than on the city’s chilly streets. My snooze button has been so constantly slapped, whacked, and smacked that it runs the risk of disappearing completely within the innards of my alarm clock.

It’s all the harder to get out of bed knowing that I will all-too-soon be face-to-screen with all the latest and most horrific news that the international scene has to offer. In a world where robots have gone mad (no, wait… that was a movie I saw yesterday.)

In a world where humans have gone mad, there’s very little inspiration to be drawn from the front page of the world’s newspapers. It too often seems as if our collective resources, intelligence, and creativity are channeled into the single-minded endeavor of finding ever more effective ways to harm one another. And then to justify it.

So where is the good news? Where is the inspiration? What makes life worth getting out of bed for, morning after morning after morning?

No answers today, just these questions.