I think about the horrors of war. The cruelty of animal and human abuse. The poverty-stricken. The starving. The sick. The neglected. The disabled. The victims. The criminals. The psychopaths. The lonely. The corrupt. The tired. The ones who are in pain. The ones who inflict pain. The disturbed. The bored. The depressed. The forgotten. The martyrs. The tortured and their torturers. The damage done to the earth and its inhabitants.
These things haunt me every second. It gets intense and I struggle to keep a minimal grasp on some kind of positive outlook, but if I don't think about these things, who will? And how will anyone ever know they exist and try to help?
I will sacrifice my cheer for compassion any day.