I’m not the only one who cries in the shower wondering how the little bit I’m able to do each day can ever make a dent in the bigger picture. There’s still pervasive crime committed as a desperate response to oppression. There’s still hatred masking deep-seated fear. There are still hurting people hurting other people, and my sitting at a desk typing on my laptop isn’t going to change that. I can tip generously, hold doors open for the elderly, all the good scout’s-honor activities I can conjure, and the poor, broken-down, weary travelers of the world will still be with us. So, what’s the point of pouring so much time and energy into fixing the world when it just continues to fall apart around me at an ever-quickening pace? It’s not my job. I’m not in charge of making the world a better place. My responsibility is to have and enjoy my life. That’s it. When I keep my focus on living the life that I love, everything else will fall into place.