We try our best going through life doing what we think is just. Sure, we mainly do this for the benefit of ourselves and sometimes our family, but we also contribute to The Greater Good (I'm not about to give all my time making soup for the homeless, but I do think I make a few choices, where I can, where circumstances will let me, that make this world a better place). But it wears you down when you see the meagre scale of your efforts as compared to the vast unthinking majority. You eventually give up rather than being forced to implode.
The most disappointing thing to me is how the stuff on the nature strips keeps multiplying. For some reason nobody wants it. Nobody come pick up. Furniture everywhere. Then yesterday Chinaman stole my seat! You know me don't like racism. Went for hike on favourite path. Enjoy nature. Finish want rest. Then Chinaman steal seat! Only seat! Me walk again not happy. Me go home no photo.
What was it that made you lose your optimistic outlook (you can't say this thread)?


