I am afraid.

Some are bathing in comfort and our minds are numb. Some can barely (if at all) sympathize with the poor, the starving, the fleeing, the beaten, the uneducated.

And by some, I mean those with fridges and baths in their homes, with credit cards and tumblr accounts, with internet connection, full libraries of unread books, hedonistic and forgetfull of the harshness, or true condition of life.

In health, we like to think of the ill as unfortunate, we put labels, we have them in hospitals. There simply is a difference we make between the healthy and the sick. Malaria is far away, it is other people's problem, like we don't have enough already. 

Culture stands as proof of all this. Arrogance, irony, sarcasm, disregard of the seriousness of "why so serious?"

Governments do everything in this race for material security and prosperity, as we chew away from earth's food like it is endless. Easy mistake to make, this end is, afterall, burried underneath piles of fuel and opportunity. 

Nations meet and discuss. After the Millennium Summit, the world started working to achieve those goals. How many were really involved? The people that make a difference only make it in the news because we still believe responsible action is great, rather than normal.

The new goals set by the UN this evening have to involve as many as possible. They are doable, by existing, average, capable, awesome people. We should be angry at ourselves, that we still live a world where such we allow such problems to exist, while we are allowed to bathe in comfort. Anger can be good, can motivate.

However, right now I am swimming in the fear that I think causes the anger. In this psychological war of this generation... what happens if we keep sleeping? What happens if we don't fight? Because the enemy is in ourselves this time, and oh, how easy it is to crumble from within.