The older I get, and I am now 67, the less willing I am to allow things like social media manipulate outrage. The more time I spent with nothing at all on in the house, unless I'm writing. The less willing I am to stay up on the news other than to check in for a matter of seconds a few times a week. News finds me. However I don't have to be baited to extremity.
The older I get, the more focused I am on good food, movement, good people and my purpose. LOTS of laughter. I have plenty of life-conformable stresses, but I do not have to, nor shall I, allow the tsunami of other people's struggle porn, their viciousness online and bad behavior poison my life.
As a result, the older I get the happier I am. Not because the world is improving, for there is plenty of evidence that much is wrong. However I pick my battles, those which I can truly contribute to, and I control what touches me.
I loved this piece, and the absolute simple clarity, as well as the pointed message that we wanna pill. We wanna shot. We wanna Staples Easy Button for Life.
What you are up against is a combination of laziness and denial. I don't have the answer. All I know is the set of choices I can make, and if I thrive, perhaps someone can learn from that.