There is no perfect job. There is no perfect country. There is no perfect, company, government, or politician. Even the people who love you will let you down. It takes a while to figure that out which is probably why people shouldn’t be allowed to vote until they’re at least 30 and had life kick them around a bit.
Yet I’d really like the Church to at least try. I know, I’m no great shakes either but I’m tired, life has taken its pound of flesh and I need some kind of refuge. I need a place where people are at least giving their highest ideals a chance, a place where the harshness, the cynicism, and the politics that make a mess of everything else are the exception and not the rule.
People tell me that I’ll get used to it, but I don’t want to. Some may think I’m naive and I am but I want some thing in my life to be innocent. Just once I’d like to hold out for the best, somewhere, somehow, some way, and I’m not ready to give up because I don’t want to be the kind of person who settles for scraps in everything while the clock keeps ticking.