Frustration.

Frustration.

We're surrounded by mythologies and narratives that pivot on the actions of a single person. A archetypical hero who says and does just the right things to fix everything. A person who finds himself at the intersection of all the faultlines of everything wrong. They bring down the whole system with a thorough well timed stomp, a narrative contrivance that allows the one good natured fellow to triumph over whatever evil leading the world and it's inhabitants into a brighter future.

I'm not that person. I'm part of the story but I'm useless and mute. I'm left here wondering if such a guy/gal even exists, or are we, as a global society, just bound for inevitable self destruction (Or to be less melodramatic, perpetuating the current injustices, where nations can exist that propagate genocides at holocaustian scales without global outrage and subsequent action.)

Childish hope meeting harsh realities. A vision of the future brought on by reading far too many fantasy novellas.

People work to make the world a better place, all with their own flaws and limited influence. We're a multitude of billion strong, one of us means nothing anymore.

Frustration born from our own relative impotence is healthy, right?

I am sad.