We are all the sum of our actions and choices in life. We don't amount to much when those choices and actions fail to live up to our moral expectations. Perfection is a fallacy, but striving to be a decent person is what makes us civilized. Musicians play their instruments with joy and mournful fortitude. Poets cry and write their utmost feelings on tarnished paper as artists paint their souls on blank canvases. We lock our monsters away, and our priests pray for our immortal souls. Politicians prey on our fears, and the corrupted only seem to become more corrupt. They say apathy is the beginning of our own destruction. Indifference could be considered the downfall of our fragile society as we know it. Is it a cynic that is merely a realist looking through the prism of reality, or a terminal pessimist seeing only the human debris and darkness of our failed endeavors?