Sometimes you wonder if it's worth pursuing your ideals to make the world a better place, when it seems more and more as you get older that it is an exercise in futility.
You look at your peers around you who give a lot less of a damn and they seem to be pretty bloody happy not caring much if at all. Sometimes that looks very attractive when you're standing on the other side.
But then you realize you've already decided on what path you want to take, and you wouldn't be happy doing it any other way, which leaves you having to soldier on, chronically depressed and unhappy to a certain extent, in order to just do your little bit for what you believe in.
At the end of the day one has to have faith that what one does will make a difference, however insignificant, and be content that the absence of complete and absolute devastation in this world is a sign that maybe, just maybe, what you and people who think the same like you are doing, is actually helping.
It's still too early to give up now anyway.
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