I am slowly regaining hope for the human race. The more I converse with me mother the more her words stick in my heart to surface as little reminders of faith and chase away the seeds of doubt that occasionally sprout in my mind. I have been so worried for the state of the world as of late, as if this upcoming election marks an assured change- though in what direction I am uncertain. But it makes me quite nervous. My mother however, has no qualms about the direction our society is headed because she places faith in my generation. Apparently 80%* of volunteers over the past year are under the age of 30. It was an interesting car conversation because on the one side, or backseat rather, I have my brother – a complete cynic with no faith whatsoever in human values. He is convinced that a majority of these volunteers are doing so to take advantage of the credentials and addition to their self-image. But my mom is convinced that the youth of my generation have a better sense of global perspective and that people are generally good at the core, and willing to put the survival of others before themselves. I believe that leaves me somewhere in the middle, struggling for balance between the two extremes.
* I place no faith in statistics and so any statistic I use ever could indeed be completely falsified. But I find comfort in them nonetheless.
