I’ve always been driven by an innate desire to fix what’s broken in the world. I’ve held the assumption that most people share a common aim: to contribute to the greater good, particularly within their immediate circles and the society to which they belong.
I’m not naive about the challenges of ‘trying to fix the world.’ It’s not about the difficulty; it’s about doing what’s right. We owe it to ourselves to give our best effort. It’s never been a choice.
I’ve been called ‘childish’ for believing that the world is worth improving. ‘Stupid’ for thinking each of us can make a positive change, starting with our own lives and spreading to others. ‘Arrogant’ for not conforming to the idea that we must accept the world as it is and solely look out for ourselves. ‘Silly’ for genuinely embracing ideals like love and beauty. I’m an adult who’s chosen not to outgrow these beliefs.
Perhaps I’m different, maybe a touch too idealistic, and some might even call me a bit unconventional. But I refuse to believe that I’m wrong, maybe a whole lot of you are wrong.