In a world of harsh truths

Whatever happens it still bothers me. However hard I try to forget my white man's guilt, I get reminded of the fact that there are incredibly harsh truths in life, truths that ordinary humans (in my sense) can not really deal with. And on top of that is the undeniable fact that most other humans face these truths much more often than I do. And with all this knowledge, this big bag of tools, this love for everyone I still feel utterly unable to help the situation. This leaves me desperate, this crushes my soul. The single thing I can do is to try to protect my loved ones as dearly as I can, which means nothing in the big picture. Which, all in all, brings me to the level of every being with ambition, a will to survive and even to crush others. And even this makes me ask, "we are living at what cost?" , i.e. "is it worth it?"