Reading the Newspaper

I was reading the city newspaper this morning and I just could not believe all the bad things that transpire around me.
While I do not feel immune to it, it really concerns me. A local couple beat their child for wetting his bed. The child could not of been more than four years old. I do not understand such behavior. How could a parent go that far to beat an innocent child?
The newspaper is filled with negative stories. And why not? If they reported all the good things that occur, then not much newspapers would be sold. Do we feed off all of the negativity? Do we relish in its delight? I personally do not.
I read it to learn. To learn what not to do. Sometimes society sickens me to the core. People slip through the cracks of our fractured system and end up on the evening news or the morning newspaper. It behooves me to think about all that goes on. If I sound redundant, it is on purpose. I have to let it out.
If I dwell on it too much I will feed into its negativity. So, by writing about it, I can release it through the written word.
I will continue to read the newspaper and get distraught over the headlines, and live my life the best that I can.