Life feels like a lie sometimes. I am and have always been an idealist, and it feels like life’s rules are constantly changing, and never as they appear to be or how they are defined. It makes me sad honestly because it makes it hard to believe in things anymore. I used to believe in charities. Nonprofits. Politicians and their optimistic programs to relieve the pains of their constituents. But then, I recently came to the conclusion that people are not as idealistic as the pedestals we put them on. People are not passionate about relieving hunger. They are just trying to relieve themselves from taxes. I’m not saying all charities are not benefiting people in real life. Rather, I’m just wiser now. Aware. ... probably a bit jaded and disillusioned. Still, I make peace with these realizations by saying: “I’m not mad, just disappointed.” The only thing I know is true, that I can rely on as an objective fact, is how unreliable humans are. Humans are. We just are. We exist, and we are…
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