Because I think this post deserves better than the shit trail one commenter is trying to leave, here is a poem to uplift:

What Does It Take To Be Happy?
© 2013 by Alice Walker

Even on those days
the news is fully bad.
And all you can do is get out of bed

and failing that
give thanks you have a bed not to get out of.

What does it take to make us smile
when we feel the sword of anger
and hatred
sharp against the backs
of our peaceful necks?

What does it take
to make us stand together
as if we just grew that way?

What does it take to know
the day of peace and justice
will one day come?

No matter who
is so badly
directing traffic?

What does it take
to feel a joy so strong
you can almost levitate?

All it takes, really,
is presence,
knowing that you, and those who feel
as you do,

ignoring roadblocks

will arrive.

Will brave the flights, the slights,
the nights of wondering
if and why:

the years of pain sometimes required
to know
where it is most essential
to appear.

Ignore the roadblocks.

If the other kids won't play soccer with you anymore because every time you get the ball you kick it into the ditch and laugh when they have to wade through the mud to retrieve it, it doesn't mean they don't want to play soccer, it just means they know better than to play with you.

But of course you already know this, just like you know exactly how you could get people to engage in serious discussions with you, if that was actually what you wanted.

Stop playing dumb, you're not fooling anyone.