  I see the ugliness in everything. I see the smog that has tainted our skies. I see the horror that blackens the rays of sun. I see the poison that darkens the clouds. I see the pestilence that strangles the trees. I see the sludge that pollutes the vast ocean. Call me whatever you will, I see it. I see that we have made this earth hideous, and that there is not a single thing that has been spared our vile touch.
But I also see the beauty in everything. In the flowers, in the faces of humans, in everything. Everything has its own beauty. The only problem with me is that I can see everything that has corrupted it. I, alone, can see the truth. Robert Zend wrote an interesting little poem, called "World's Shortest Pessimistic Poem" and it reads: Hope? 
