The world is such a sad, sad place. You see unfortunate events that keep recurring in the world, and you just know that 10 years, 20 years or maybe even 50 years down the road, they will still happen. On one hand, I hope that everyone could be happy and carefree, but is that happiness really worth it when it is derived from the misfortune of others? On another hand, it is too naive to believe that all could be contended with their lives. Afterall, contend would displace the want for progress and as Man, it is in our blood, our bones, our minds to strive to be the fittest of the herd. I see people around me strive so hard for success, to make good of their lives and it's really devastating to witness their hardships, their falls. I wonder about my own life. Am I making anything good out of it? The answer currently seems to be a resonating "no" and I'm not even talking about having a purpose in life. I'm aware I need to start doing something about it but where do I start? What am I willing to sarcrifice? What do I aim to get out of my efforts? What if I fail?