What will have been the point of it all when the dust settles and the roses have long since died as the fields are left fallow and the railroads empty, why do we strive for the imagined perfect world when everything fades, shouldn’t it be enough to make the world a more caring and kind place for those around you. We don’t need perfection to see a brighter future, all we need is improvement. And I think each and everyone of us is capable of improving the world, even though none of us can perfect it