Everyone has been born. Everyone sees the world with new eyes full of hope and thinking that everyone is so happy, good, and nice. Do not be concerned. You will grow out of it.
There was a time not too long ago that I felt there was potential goodness dwelling in all humans. Idealistic and young, I thought that we were all in this together, this humanity. I was happier then. A rosy picture born of the treatment bestowed on youth… small children rarely are given sight of the real world, all they see is smiling faces, friendly smiles, and the treats… oh the treats many people shoved into your small hands. It isn’t fair. To build this false image of human kind is a disservice to the young. It always ends in complete disappointment… it evaporates so quickly.
Even young adults retain the freshness as they wander out into the world. Idealistic dreams carried over from childhood, masking the reality around them. They soon find that there are many doors, most locked. They will find roadblocks in great numbers impeding the glorious goals they imagine. By the thirties some of this truth begins to show in their faces. Hope fades, dreams die, the mind becomes empty of lofty ideals which are replaced by stoic acceptance of the stark realities of the human world.
I have been luckier than many, my dreams and hopes and starry eyed ideals were struck dead only recently. It has only been a few years. Perhaps I am an idiot, as it took so long. I feel even the ember of yesteryear going cold.
I accept that there are some people who still do good things, when it costs them little. I accept that most people are selfish monsters who would take your last cent and leave you with nothing… as long as the public at large does not notice. My faith in human nature has gone the way of the dinosaur; extinct. Trust is a lost virtue not because it wasn’t good… but those once trusted are not good. Trust is simply obsolete. We are back to tooth and claw survival. Do not turn your back. Do not stop being aware. Do not stop and reflect. Just keep moving.