Elizabeth was sitting on her windowsill staring out the window at the quiet street below. There was a roughly folded newspaper next to her and a cup of coffee in her hand. She sighed. She wondered why she bothered to subscribe to the newspaper at all these days. Everything she read was terribly depressing. The world was falling apart, crumbling to pieces before everyone’s eyes but most people didn’t have the power to do anything to change the situation. First there was all the reports of violent crimes, civil unrest, warfare, and terrorism in many countries around the world. Corruption was also rife in many countries, causing the economy to be unstable. Even more concerning was the number of people dying young due to AIDS, cancer, and brain related issues like aneurisms or tumors.
Elizabeth often felt sullen about the outlook of her own country. She loved her country; it was immensely beautiful and there was so much to love about its people. Unfortunately hers was one of those countries plagued with violent crimes, civil unrest, corruption, and AIDS.
Her thoughts drifted towards her little nephew and to any child she might have in future. She hoped that the world would soon heal so the next generation could simply revel in the beauty surrounding them; where the only concern they would have is finding something they loved as well as their place in the world. But a frown creased her forehead as she reflected on how much would need to change to move towards that utopian image. A hopelessness settled upon her once again. She shook off her melancholia, and finished off her coffee. Maybe one day soon she would come up with a possible solution to at least one of the problems facing the world. Until then, she would be reluctant to bring a child into this world of chaos.
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