Sometimes I wonder why I hold out so much hope for the world.

It shows me every day that things are getting worse. People are going hungry. Wars are breaking out. The environment is fucked. Music sucks. Nobody cares.

Few inspirational things seem to happen anymore. Now human kindness of the typical, every-day sort seems like it's the stuff of urban legends and chainmails. It probably happens and I just don't see it anywhere.

I wonder why I love the world so much and why I keep trying to help and why I keep hoping.

And, like I told Andy, I honestly don't know the answer.