Impotent.

The state of the world stresses me out in that terminal helpless kind of way, constantly gnawing away at the back of my head.

War.
Famine.
Global financial crisis.
Climate change.
The US Government.
Western health.
Natural disasters.
Man-made disasters.
Blah.
Blah blah.
Blah blah blah.

It's becoming a constant drone, drilling through my consciousness, ensuring that I'm aware of how selfish yet powerless I am.

It may sound ridiculous to some, but it's beginning to wear me down. I feel a social responsibly to maybe do something about it, yet I know I'm too lazy. Too comfortable. Too weak to even raise my voice.

So the eternal guilt sets in.
The world continues to crumble whilst we all watch and wait.