Oh, how I crave a world that is just. Where fairness is available for all. I grieve for the oppression in this world, and feel so helpless to change it. Sometimes I think that I'm ambitious enough to change the world, but then shortly after I realize that I don't have shit. Maybe we were born to live this life for ourselves, for our own self-edification, and then grow old and die. But maybe there's more than that. Maybe there's so much more that we haven't even dared to imagine. Seriously, I feel so much passion. . . .but I feel so helpless at times. There's so many why questions. . . . .