What happened to me? The days of late night coffee and/or beer conversations about life, love, politics, art, violence, etc. are over. Gone are the times I would dream about how the world would be better and how I would be a part of that change. Any notion of an honest politician, a good corporation, and a just war have been eliminated from my brain.
Perhaps I read too much Orwell. Perhaps I lack faith. Perhaps I've become weak and given up. Perhaps I just don't care.
Whatever changed my sense of hope or activism doesn't really matter. What matters is how I get it back.
"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing." - Edmund Burke