It’s a WTF kind of world.
You know what I mean.
WTF seems to be the only response to some of the things that happen in our world.
A journalist gets beheaded.
An airplane completely disappears without a trace.
A beloved funnyman takes his own life.
The Gaza Strip.
Joan Rivers’ death.
Sometimes, all we can do is ask, WTF?
Because absolutely none of it makes sense.
None of it.
We feel helpless, too. It’s not like we know an action we take to make it better. There isn’t one. We can’t do a thing.
Maybe generations to come will look back on us and say, “yeah, that 21st century. It was a WTF era.”
I hope by then there will be solutions to all the horrific things that ail our world. The kind of solutions that don’t require guns and bombs and violence. It seems almost too much to ask for.
But ask for it, we must. Pray for it, even.
Meanwhile, I saw these little pads being marketed everywhere.
So, if someone gave you a set of WTF notes, what would you do with them?