“What exactly are we doing here?” she asked. She was disillusioned by an unshakable knowledge that something wasn’t right. Life was comfortable, easy, filled with sincere friendships and a loving family. Easy….
“Maybe it’s too easy” she thought. Maybe she was too concerned, or maybe it was some sort of rich, white guilt and she should shrug it off. There wasn’t honestly a thing she could do to save the world. She wanted to save it. Or rather, she had wanted to save it along time ago before it all seemed so big. But what did she want now, today? Why didn’t she feel right about all this around her?
“Perhaps the system is broken…” she lamented.
“Perhaps there’s a better system,” I said, “it’s out there. We’ll keep looking until we find it.”