We live in a chaotic and inequitable world, where there are no rules.
Why are some people rich and others poor?
Why can some people live in peace and others have to clear off from their countries?
I'm not surprised people are giving up and stop believing in love and kindness. But we have to constantly fight. We have to send good deeds into this place. Our home.
Maybe nobody will see it, nobody will appreciate it. But our actions are somewhere in this chaos, because we are part of it. We are full of danger and vexation. But we are also full of love. Because I am love. You are love. WE are chaotic love.