Let us imagine that one has a house on the hill and can see a flat terrain miles away on either side. There is a single railroad track down there, and at one point, one can see that two trains at high-speed head against each other. What would one do?

Some people would look for the best spot to watch the most spectacular catastrophe they could ever see. Those people are Jessica’s and Umair’s readers.

Other people would focus on what they could do to prevent the collision from happening. Those would be my readers.

Obviously, my writing is not as spectacular as theirs. Instead of excitement, it asks for learning facts and following logic; all that cumbersome and boring stuff.

But as much as I see both Jessica and Umair as examples of wasted writing talents, I defend their right to write whatever they like.

They are not the problem. The problem is in Medium, which obtrusively promotes their writings. Medium needs to define if it wants to be a community of people who expect to get a dose of doom and gloom every morning so they can please themselves with a trill that it is terrible and will get worse. Or, Medium wants to be a community of people who write to communicate with each other, intending to make the world a better place.